The Final Curtain ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 318

Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection

It is hard to believe that November is drawing to a close and I would like to thank everyone who participated in The Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection here on Social Bridge.  Your contributions transformed my view of  November as being dark, dank and dreary and it has been really exciting to be able to share all the colour and creativity that so many people sent on to me.

So, as the curtain closes on the Festival for this year, let me bring you a blast of colour from Val Robus, who blogs brilliantly at http://magnumlady.com/

Photo by: Val Robus

Connecting with Co. Sligo ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 303

Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection

The Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection brings us to Co. Sligo today, thanks to the wonderful photography of Val Robus whose glorious blog can be found at: http://magnumlady.com

Val is a woman with a passion for Co. Sligo, which is steeped in beauty, history and heritage.

Hazelwood Forest, Sligo.

This photograph of Hazelwood Forest immediately had me thinking of W.B Yeats, who spent many childhood holidays in Co. Sligo and who is buried in Drumclif, Co. Sligo.  The poem that immediately comes to mind is this one:

The Song of Wandering Aengus

 W.B. Yeats

 

I went out to the hazel wood,

Because a fire was in my head,

And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,

And moth-like stars were flickering out,

I dropped the berry in a stream

And caught a little silver trout.

 

When I had laid it on the floor

I went to blow the fire a-flame,

But something rustled on the floor,

And someone called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering girl

With apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran

And faded through the brightening air.

 

Though I am old with wandering

Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

I will find out where she has gone,

And kiss her lips and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass,

And pluck till time and times are done,

The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun.

Val has sent me another gem of a photograph and I look forward to posting it later in the month. Meanwhile, be sure to check out her blog. You have a treat in store!

I would be delighted if you would join in this Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection. Please send a poem, photograph, artwork, song ….. anything that spells Colour, Creativity or Connection to you. My email is: jeanturbridy@aol.com