40 shades of Irish green
are variants by which
our spirit superseded.

Red pillar boxes with VR,
GR and Edward Reigns,
coated over in Shamrock.

Chocolate bar telephone
booths in emerald, busses
in bottle, a viridescent sea.

No, we were never tinged
by any hue in the captivity
prism of envy.

Because grass in the park
was fertilised by ash from
a perennial phoenix.

Soft Irish rain, Guinness,
poetry, an eternal Spring,
keeps the Irish verdantique.