Tag: Bóithrín Turn

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