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Desert Banshee

by Kristina Woodhill

The wind howls today
Like a left-over banshee

From St. Paddy's Day,
Overshooting its intended,

Finding itself lost
In my desert

Where spring is barely opening
Its sleepy green eyes

And the blue-green Irish sea
Is far, far and away

03/20/2011

Posted on 03/20/2011
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/20/11 at 07:01 PM

...lovingly longing-look[back to ol' eire. soothing, lilting write.]

Posted by George Hoerner on 03/20/11 at 07:37 PM

Sounds like the wind that would whip up in mid-afternoon in Star Valley. It could make if difficult to use a gas grill and keep it lit. Nice write lady.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/21/11 at 06:46 AM

Kristine, this is soooo lovely. And even though it's a banshee, it feels somehow lonely and ghostly. It's perfect. Thank you~~~

Posted by James Blaylock on 03/30/11 at 07:47 PM

This is such a beautiful poem. It had my mind floating on a bittersweet sea of 'what ifs'.

Posted by Sam Richmond on 04/21/11 at 08:51 PM

Hi Kristina; Looked you up to return the favor of your kind comment on my poem ... I received another instead! I found your very well written offering here 'Desert Banshee'. I like the stark portrayal of the wind as a banshee, but even more I like you closing that is so very calming and beautiful. Sam

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/13/11 at 02:01 AM

Hi Kristina. I haven't read any of your poems in a long time. Not sure why I chose this one. A long time ago when I was a child, my aunt had a friend who scared the tar out of us with stories about banshees. Yep, she was Irish. So, this poem resonated with me - but in a good way.

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