Tag: Irish Words

Rusty old key stuck vertically in damp forest soil with fallen leaves

An Eochair

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

Introduction to An Eochair Sometimes the most meaningful things are not the ones that call out loudest – they are the ones half-hidden in mud and dust, waiting for someone to stop, kneel down, and look closely. This poem grew from such a moment: finding an old, rusted key lying where the ruts meet the … Continue reading An Eochair

Elderly man walking on dirt path with walking stick in green countryside

Good Things Grow Slowly

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

A Note Before We Walk There is a kind of magic found only on a narrow boreen - that quiet, unhurried path winding through the countryside, far from the noise of roads and clocks. When you step onto it at a slow, steady pace, time softens. The sun filters differently through the hedges, every birdcall … Continue reading Good Things Grow Slowly