Molly May

by Graham Hardie

On the bed of heather I lay
With my love Molly May,
A woman from the wild hills
Of Antrim where she would sing
To the sea of her joy
By the rocks of the Giant's Causeway.
Then she came south
And walked through the soul of Galway
And I found her waiting
By the light of a stone-faced tavern
Ready to be whisked away.
And in the months that followed
We would run by the sun-washed
Shores of Liscannor,
And I would hold her heart in mine.
And every day
Upon her knees she would pray
To the Goddess Aine,
That we would never stray
From the path of passion
On which we made our way.
And so as I write
By the window of morning light
I think of her the Rose of Ireland,
My dearest Molly May.

Graham Hardie
 
I am 36 and live in Helensburgh just outside Glasgow. I have been a poet for ten years and have had my work accepted for publication and published in Markings, The David Jones Journal, Cutting Teeth, Weyfarers, The Coffee House, Nomad, The New Writer, LiNQ in Australia and online at www.nthposition.com My first collection was published last year by Ettrick Forest Press (www.efpress.com) and I am the editor of the online journals Osprey (www.ospreyjournal.co.uk) and The Glasgow Review (www.glasgowreview.co.uk) I have suffered from mental illness since I was 18 but I believe that this can be overcome and I would say to anyone who has experienced mental illness don't give up on your dreams as they can and will be achieved. Thanks for reading my poem and more of my work can be seen at www.grahamhardie.co.uk