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A Biographical Limerick Suite

A chapter in the book My Limericks


by Badger_29

{These stanza titles are Gaelic 
for the seven days of the week}

Dé Luain
An Irish lad from Reno,
 wanted, but to grow:
in body and mind,
his life was designed,
to grasp the oar and row!

Dé Máirt
He grew up fast, and strong,
and before too long,
he was laughing and skipping,
slipping and tripping
Then things began to go wrong

Dé Céadaoin
By the fire's light, he envisioned:
her lurid indecision
Inviting her in,

she got under his skin
So began this callous collision

For her careless caress he yearned,
but he slowly, subtly learned:
That her love was electric,
then things got hectic!
Tumultuous tide, it turned,
being badly burned,
yet, to her, he returned

Dé hAoine
She took him for a ride,
from her lure, he could not hide
He began to weep,
while losing sleep
The path to her door was wide,
feeling lost inside-
crystal shard collide

Dé Sathairn
Then one day, rising early,
feeling sprite and squirrely;
for she had slipped away,
in a mysterious way~
Sucked into a twisting swirly

Dé Domhnaigh
You see, life is like a river,
 the current makes him quiver
But Irish broke through,
and you can too!
(A lass, she's gone forever)



Thanks to Google for the image.

lurid: [loo r-id] adjective
1. gruesome; horrible; revolting: the lurid details of an accident.
2. glaringly vivid or sensational; shocking: the lurid tales of pulp magazines.
3. terrible in intensity, fierce passion, or unrestraint: lurid crimes.
4. lighted or shining with an unnatural, fiery glow; wildly or garishly red:
a lurid sunset.
5. wan, pallid, or ghastly in hue; livid.

When I wrote this today, I could not help but notice it's seven stanzas
(I count EVERYTHING), so I wanted to include seven Gaelic words, and decided on the days of the week.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

There's a great little song in Irish (based on a folktale) called
De`Luain, De`Mairt,
in which a crippled man called Donal Bocht Cam (Poor, Twisted Donal) rescues a group of fairies from the monotony of singing Monday, Tuesday, Monday, Tuesday in Irish over and over by supplying the Irish word for Wednesday.

Not every stanza is a pure Limerick, per se, but I pray that you will allow a bit of poetic license in my desire to add a few lines as I saw fit . . .

The fairies reward Donal by removing the hump from his back and sending him on his way healthy and sound (not a typical result of encounters with Irish fairies, which tend, on the whole, to be rather unpleasant creatures!).

You may never encounter a group of fairies stuck on repeat, but, if you're learning Irish (or thinking about learning it), it's always useful to know the days of the week (and how to use them properly). First, the basics

If you simply need to recite the days of the week, here is what you would say:

De Luain (Jay LOO-in): Monday
De Mairt (Jay march): Tuesday
De Cadaoin (Jay KAY-deen): Wednesday
Deardaoin (JAY-ar-deen): Thursday
De hAoine (Jay HEEN-yeh): Friday
De Sathairn (Jay SA-ha-rin): Saturday
De Domhnaigh (Jay DOH-nee): Sunday

Brother Badger March 17th, 2017 St. Patrick's Day
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