We end our Irish holiday spending the last three days in Kilkenny, my late father's birthplace. My father used to play soccer for Kilkenny and then progressed to play internationally for his country.
Often, in my courting days, my mother would joke and warn me, 'Billy, beware of kissing anyone from Kilkenny if you don't want to end up being married before your time.'
This memory led me to compose a short poem for today's post, which deals with a love triangle, which centres upon the dilemma that one girl feels when her two best friends fall in love with the same man while the love of her life dare not speak its name.
'Kilkenny Kisses' : Copyright by William Forde: July, 2015.
'Three spring lovelies did four hearts break
when two sought love with the same male mate,
and the third realised that fate had blown
away the only love she'd ever known.'
Copyright William Forde: July 9th, 2015.