love is a many freckled thing…


Like an epiphany of unexpected grace,

I find much beauty in a lovely freckled face.

She may be Russian, she may be French,

she may live in a glen, or near a stone bench.

A work of art the master defines,

she may be a princess in one of our minds-

For I am not ashamed, I’ll freely admit,

I’d rather look at freckles, than freely submit

to a life with no spots, to a life with no form,

or no interesting patch of freckled decorum.

so far I will travel, so far will I roam

and hunt for the elusive, even far from my home,

But one day I’ll find her, and one day she’ll find me

freckled Scottish or Irish, or a wench from the sea…

So if you don’t mind, Friend, if you don’t care,

I’ll hang out my shingle,  for one who looks fair.

O, but first…

she must be loving, kind, compassionate, tenderhearted…

of course.

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About thelostkerryman

Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur- this side of Tir Na N'Og- living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley, store-made soda bread resembles an inedible Irish megalith, and Kerrygold is only found hidden like a luck penny in the belly of Kroger. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from thelostkerryman.wordpress.com, talesinastrangerstrangerland@wordpress.com, everydayasadisciple@wordpress.com, and mrandmrsboring.wordpress.com are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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One Response to love is a many freckled thing…

  1. lily says:

    I will keep my eyes out for a fair freckled maiden for you, Daithi. ~ Lily

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