Wiersz powstał z okazji wieczoru poetycko-muzycznego poświęconego świętej Brygidzie, patronce Irlandii, zorganizowanego 31 stycznia 2019 r. przez Ambasadę Irlandii w Warszawie.
I’m not a story teller
but maybe the ghosts who
share their whispers with me
were
Once there was a girl
with beautiful eyes
with a pure heart
with hands always reaching skies
the grass under her feet
was always bright Green
the most alluring colour
you have ever seen
making emeralds ashamed
of the dark tone.
Leaves touched by her hand
always alive, weren’t gone
even in winter,
when her milky skin
matched the landscape
covered in snow, always clean
as White as her habits.
And you should see those flames
playing around her head,
shining hopefully
in their domestic, Orange light
making everyone smile so peacefully.
If that girl gives a blessing
to your property,
if during her festival
you share even a cup of tea,
you will have a lucky year
‘And is that the story?,’
you may ask.
So I will
give you a task:
Tell me please
where else have you seen
those three colours
Orange, White and Green?
RejMedialni 