All Comments on 'Sidhe Devils'

maybe I see something that isnt there, but I really like this poem, esp this part-

The sea appears as but a castle moat,

Sure they followed us here.

Hidden in whiskey,

And tobacco, and song.

To dance the dance on new soil,

To shout out the victories by rote.

i thought this said plenty.

kinda sad really.

nice read

I enjoy how this pulls you along through the mist...nicely done.

~Merry

pull the reader right in. I love all your word choices. This is a fantastic poem!

*No longer using the thermometer.