Kiss ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 169

Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford

 

Kiss

‘Kiss ’til later,’ you send.
Can later be forever,
a kiss
without an end?

Kiss like waves greet the sand
as the
ocean
stretches towards waiting land.

Kiss like the sun on scorching
days
warming the soil
through nature’s haze.

Kiss like the wind
within our wood,
caressing fresh leaves
and each tiny bud.

Kiss like the moon, young and fresh,
crescent shaped
and inviting a
wish.

Kiss like the blazing fire of gorse
defying each season –
a
stream defining its course.

(Jean Tubridy)

Author: socialbridge

I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing. My main research interests relate to health care and sense of place.

5 thoughts on “Kiss ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 169”

  1. “…Kiss like the moon, young and fresh,
    crescent shaped
    and inviting a
    wish….”

    Would not that be the business of a kiss? To invite a wish?

    1. Hi Van, I should perhaps explain! I was brought up to have great respect for the ‘new moon’ ~ as in the first quarter, crescent shape that we see. Superstition has it, in our family, anyway, that if one sees the new moon through glass it is bad luck but if one sees it in the open, one can make a wish.
      You have no idea how deeply this superstition was felt in the family ~ going back generations and each month the sighting of the new moon was a cause for a who thread of phone calls alerting family members to the fact that ‘the moon was out.’

      I totally take your point that the business of a kiss could be to invite a wish!

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