For todays post, I wanted to compose a Poem that both strived to show the very nature of This Beautiful land and Weather in Nature. In other words I imagined myself being caught in open ground, to seek some form of shelter during a storm. For the setting of this Poem, I set the Poem at “The Old Head” Kinsale County Cork.

The Old Head of Kinsale is a headland near Kinsale County Cork Ireland. A Lighthouse was established there from 17th century. This area was the nearest point of land to where RMS Lusitania was sunk in 1915, 18 kilometres from the site of the sinking. A Tower exists nearby to mark as memory to those lost at that time. A Private Golf course exists on the headland which is a controversial issue with many in the region.

The Old Head Castle is made up of a long wall with several towers along it, which closes off the headland of the Old Head from the rest of the mainland.

It is beside on of those towers (now partial remains) and wall that comes into play in this Poem. It is also a favoured place for myself to visit when in the area. The Headland Faces southward looking out to sea, at times when storms hit, one could find wind cutting from East to West and as one looks westwards along the coastline, This become’s a wonderous sight for Artists, Photographers and Poets thus during storms it can become rather scary to become pushed along by a storm force wind to a cliff edge, Thus taking shelter is an option I would always opt for.

Again this is where this Poem comes into play. Yet I felt it important for readers to have a grip of such an amazing area this is and I hope would help take you along on this reading of this Poem. In a manner of speaking I can see the very spot where I sheltered, within the lines of this Poem and thus an area where I could shelter in such trouble..

About The Poem:

As stated above the site for this Poem is at a headland that looks out to sea Southwards from “The Old Head” Kinsale County Cork Ireland. It is never very bright to be in an area where a Storm bad enough to force people to seek shelter, yet For this Poem and this piece of fiction, People did get caught out and found shelter. It is also an area that many tourists visit and enjoy, thus creating a Poem for this setting has been fun.

There are many materials and websites that carry a host of information on this region, if such helps one. Storms always interest me and the force of Nature strikes me from an artistic and Poetic stand point. Thus this Poem excites me from this end.

Having said all that I could on this Topic; Please Enjoy This Poem:

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On This Occasion I struck out with AI to provide a suitable Image to go along with this Post. Therefore a Photograph from my own selection of The Old Head Kinsale works well enough But without the storm, which is where imagination has to come into play.

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The Wall



Sitting silently at the Old Head,
Tracing the westward shore ahead,
The seas breath crashed against this land,
Where winds reshape the soil, on demand.


Sheltered safely against a wall,
Watching the sea’s batter with this squall,
The wind a lash we crawled against, 
And rested beside this wall tensed.


Awe, always, at the ocean's breath,
 Furiously kiss the shore at death,
The curtain falls in dreams fading sight,
From this calm we watched the storm fight.


Still Steady retreats from the storm,
Thus filled as refuge this tower, warm,
Yet looked out to sea o’er the years,
A Memoir of tears and long lost fears.


Prideful paintings captured here again,
As The Old Head called storm seas, men,
To seek refuge from the storms song,
By the wall a shelter thus strong. 







© Pat Fitzgerald 2025

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ENDING THOUGHTS:

Thank you for following me on my little journey, that is composing or writing poetry. If Life is a journey which we all walk on and my journey in creating Poetry is a journey of it’s own. Which I still learn much on as I write.

At times I experiment on methods or way how I can improve my poetry, therefore getting feed back is always most welcome for such as these.

When I write poetry, some readers may be offended with something within the poetry. I do not write to offend, But such are written for reasons I outline in the posts. Often I miss typos and mistakes when publishing each poem. BUT I correct the moment I discover such mistakes.

But Poetry is a form of art work that I enjoy and thus using it in a manner to touch or inspire the reader.

Thank you for joining me on this journey.

Poetry is a learning curve where I always work to improve. A lot of work goes into editing and reediting and then repeating that process on a number of occasions until I am happy with the result. This is how I operate in creating posts to share here.

Please forgive for any such mistakes and for your understanding this.

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