A rose petal sheds a tear onto a leaf below The perfumed orb catching the light as it dances blithely over the veins And I, a dewdrop, watching, enchanted, enraptured knowing close is much too far coalesce, converge, kiss until one love remains
Category: Aislyn’s Oak Tree
A collection of poems by Aislyn Quirke
About Aislyn’s Oak Tree
The name of this blog probably seems fairly arbitrary to many of you. The words themselves are nothing complicated - "Celtic" and "Riverside". Most people will have at least a notion about what it means to be Celtic, and a riverside is self-descriptive. But why? I grew up on a steady diet of mostly English… Continue reading About Aislyn’s Oak Tree
A River Flows Forth
A river flows forth from a cyan lake Reflects the heavens, serenity's wake It meanders through a soft, snowy glen Then dimples back neath rosy fields, Eden A river flows forth from its mouth to mine I gaze back to the lake, all glow and shine It mirrors my love 'fore setting to sea A… Continue reading A River Flows Forth
My Religion
Devout, she is my religion everything in which I believe my source of everlasting life the gospel of my mass After all, what is religion without the promise of forever? With her I am immortal however brief it lasts
Celtic Riverside 