The gift of the gab

Blarney Castle, Ireland: Kissing the Blarney Stone. – Photo by Ginie

I stood in line.
The queue was long.
Spiral stairway to climb.
Narrow and steep; up and up.

At a snail’s pace we moved.
The stone walls damp and cold.
The wind zipping through cracks.
We reached the turret; even colder.

A drizzle had started; I was cold.
About 20 more before my turn.
I was watching how it was done.
It look scary; yet I was excited.

My turn came to lie on my back.
Each hand gripping the bar tightly.
The guide held me by my jacket.
While I dangled my head backwards.

Lips reaching out, my prize in reach.
What I was going to do didn’t make sense.
But if the gift of the gab was my prize…
Laughing, I kissed the Blarney Stone.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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