Irish Rose

Today, I’ve posted a prose poem on Wattpad to celebrate my love of Ireland – its beauty, romance & song. As a dreamer, poet & singer I feel I’ve always been Irish in my heart.

Here is the link to ‘Irish Rose’ on Wattpad. Wattpad is a growing digital community of writers & readers who share their work for free. Irish Rose is also published in my collection, Space to Dream: Poems.

Irish Rose

You can also listen to Irish Rose on Soundcloud, where I love to share my poems spoken aloud: Irish Rose: Spoken Word

Erin Go Bragh! Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Celebrate the love of the Irish. Thanks for stopping by Space to Dream. Have a wonderful weekend.

Stacie

P.S. Here’s a recording of the beautiful Irish song Danny Boy that I’ve posted before – but will share it again for St. Patty’s Day. It’s from my college days at Illinois State University, where I sang with the Concert Choir & Madrigal Singers. Yes, I’m the really short soprano next to the really tall tenor in the middle. 🙂

Autumn Moon-Song

Autumn Moon-Song

Song of the Moon Fairy
Chang’e , Chinese goddess of the Moon

Fingers flex, shaping the notes on taut strings

curving them nimbly across their silken lengths

bending into the rounded shape of the lute’s body

leaning, plucking faster in anticipation of celebration

sounds vibrating gently through the air, floating upwards.

From her ethereal home in the clouds, the Moon Goddess listens

sweet, round mooncakes and bejeweled pastries lay upon an altar

awaiting her to bless the people gathered below.

Gracefully, she flies down to earth

bestowing eternal beauty upon her worshippers

as the lute musicians fingers nimbly play a skillful tune

announcing her like the light of colourful, glowing lanterns

floating in the sky amongst the clouds

under the dazzling light of the Autumn Moon.

Copyright September 1, 2016 Stacie Eirich


The Mid-Autumn Moon Festival (or Harvest Festival) is an ancient festival that is still celebrated in China today, paying homage to Chang’e, mythological Goddess of the Moon. Read more about the festival and Chang’e’s tale here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mid-Autumn_Festival

Below is a video mix of both technically & stylistically beautiful Ruan music — particularly “Sleeping Lily” and “Folk Song.” The Ruan is a Chinese string instrument, a modern form of the Lute/Moon Guitar. Soloist Gao Huiru plays a medium sized Ruan here — a tenor Zhongruan with string tuning: G2-D3-G3-D4.

Today’s poem is written in response to a wonderful article and writing prompt @Toads: Artistic Interpretations with Margaret – The Mets Musical Instruments Exhibit  I hope you’ll have time to enjoy her article and listen to some of the beautiful instruments & read their fascinating histories. Thank you Margaret for musical inspiration! 🙂

Little Tiny, Big Magnificient

On the snowy March evening when I was born, weighing 4 pounds – my Dad held me in the palm of his hand, calling me peanut. I was always the smallest kid in class, the tiniest dancer in the recital.  I remember how enormous the stage felt around me, how my voice echoed against its vast space, the warped wooden floor seeming to go on forever into the blackness of the house. Everything felt big, wide – and I was just a speck in the midst of an enormous world.

I was loud with laughter, jumping and tapping and singing. Was this because of my perceived insignificance? As a woman, years later – do I still feel this way? As if I’m stroking through the water but still haven’t reached the other side of the pool?

Water. Rippling, rushing, deep and wide and stretching out so far beyond me – beyond my tiny legs and arms. I will never reach its end. And the stars – strewn across a sky that is even wider, creating amazing patterns in a universe that is too brilliant, too bright. And I underneath, gazing up with awe-filled eyes.

How large I’ve felt when my voice fills an auditorium, soaring above and beyond the space I’m in to reach out through that great sky. So it is with my words, too. They bend, weaving and shaping themselves onto the paper and then become larger when others read them, like the melodies of songs moving through the air can be caught and remembered, shared. I no longer feel little, tiny but wide, vast and endless like the sky above and water below – the Universe around me.

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I blink and see that tiny dancer, that little girl standing on an enormous stage. How big her dreams are, how open her heart and eyes. Wide as the sun, bright as the stars, she is full to bursting with excitement. A firecracker lighting the dark. Is that me?

Yes, yes. I am that dreamer, that daughter, that star-gazer, that swimmer. I am that singer, that writer, that mother – that Woman. I am that Little Tiny.

But I am also that Huge Gigantic. Massive Enormous. Immense Vast. My dreams, my words, my songs – My Voice. Significant and Wide. Reaching out into an endless Universe, a flicker of Big Magnificient in the clouds.

Written in response to the mid-week challenge @Toads – hopefully my poet friends won’t mind that my musings came in the form of prose poetry today.

Thanks for reading, I wish you a day full of dreams! 🙂