Dancing IrishDancing Irish10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The night would last forever
on that warm summers eve
for my father would come to visit
and a child's heart would believe.
He ran his fingers through my hair,
cupped my cheeks and smiled.
then he knelt and kissed the top of my head
our special way of saying "hi".
We sat outside on the front porch
listening to the quiet sound of the rain.
My father said, "It's the dancing Irish,
The dance on rooftops when it rains.
They're small, these Irish folk.
Can you hear their tiny feet?
They dance merrily and heartily
to the rains swift, falling beat."
I ran into the middle of the yard
laughing, "I wanna dance too!"
So I began to boogie in my nighty
With no socks, and of course, no shoes.
Laughing, my father joined me
and together we danced till we were dizzy.
Dancing like true Irish folk,
Merry, barefoot, and free.
But my smile faded when I saw the roof.
Pointing, I cried out
"There's no small Irish people!"
I huffed and turned about.
My dad only smiled and said
"They're spirits, invisible to th