Ireland's OWN: Poetry and Prose

gardenia
—by Míchealín Daugherty

She tasted the passion in your eyes,
kindled remembrance (times forgone) goodbyes
o amourous impetuous drifter (and the tarot card
was the the 6 of Wands), anxiety in a relative way
Celtic tattoos (the pain reminds you, you're still alive)
reach out to magnetic clairvoyant one, your
darkest dreams and discord runningrunningrunning
and there she was all the time there
the eyes that heal the hands that conjure;
she shares a fear like yours
your green lady, knowing reading the stars
to set you free from your demons,your granny
taught you to know her kind, to revere to treasure a mhuirnín
a chroí an cailleach come now sweetly and bring gardenia
voluptuous heady flower