The purple petticoated
& crimson frocks
of the open flowers
are known as Dancers, blown by the fast & slow
airs of the wind;
one minute sean-nós melancholy,
the next jigging & reeling
like Irish character itself
& like these, my fuchsia verse,
struggling to escape
the English garden
& flourish
in a wilder landscape
Greg Delanty
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