Month: Sep 2026

Pink and cream roses beside a leaf-covered path in a cottage garden

The Rose That Waits

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

Introduction to The Rose That Waits There are always a few roses that seem reluctant to surrender to the season. While most of the garden begins to retreat towards winter, two of mine still hold their blooms, though both are beginning to show the wear of the year. They are not the bright, full roses … Continue reading The Rose That Waits

Solas ag Éirí Gearr

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

Introduction for Solas ag Éirí Gearr Solas ag Éirí Gearr begins at that point in the year when the light changes before we quite notice the season has turned. The days begin to draw in; the first chill touches the skin; evening arrives a little earlier, and the warmth of the day becomes something we … Continue reading Solas ag Éirí Gearr

An Irish country laneway (boreen) at the very first turn of autumn, where summer is just departing. Narrow winding lane disappearing into the distance, flanked by ancient hedgerows and stone walls. The leaves are mostly still green but with the first hints of gold, amber and russet creeping in at the edges. Soft, golden late-summer light filtering through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the lane. A gentle mist in the distance. Wildflowers fading at the verges. The mood is quiet, nostalgic, bittersweet — the last warmth of summer lingering. Painterly, atmospheric, deeply Irish.

Bóithrín Turn

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

Introduction For Bóithrín Turn There is a quiet, unspoken wisdom in the land itself — and nowhere more so than along an old bóithrín. That narrow, winding country lane that has seen every season come and go. It does not need to tell you the world is turning; it knows before you do. This poem … Continue reading Bóithrín Turn

Muddy country path beside a wooden fence beneath a large tree

Held Breath

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

Introduction To Held Breath Some poems arrive with a destination already in mind. Others simply begin walking. Held Breath was one of the latter. The starting point was a simple challenge: write about something that has been waiting. I knew only that whatever was waiting should not be named, and that the reader should be … Continue reading Held Breath

An old Irish boreen, narrow winding country road pathway, lush high grass on the verges, medium-high traditional hedgerows on both sides, opening onto rolling green fields and countryside beyond, soft natural light, atmospheric and timeless, rural Ireland landscape photography style

What They Left Behind

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

Introduction To What They Left Behind Some poems begin with an image, others with a question. Some grow out of memory, and others rise from the land itself—from those quiet places where nothing is lost, only intentionally left behind. This Poem began with a challenge: to find one small, ordinary thing on an old boreen … Continue reading What They Left Behind