Pause
I am pausing my blog due to family needs at this time.
When I am able to write, sing and share again, I hope you will be here to read and listen.
Thank you for understanding, and for supporting my creative ventures.
Sincerely,
Stacie
The White Lady of Kinsale
The White Lady of Kinsale by Stacie Eirich Silent and sorrowful, she haunts the soldiers of Charles Fort at their posts, floating above its ramparts, a bride in an ivory wedding dress, willowy and pale. Lithe and mournful, she strikes fear and sadness into their hearts, raven hair and ebony eyes, an eerie shadow spied on moonlit nights. Melancholy and doleful, she weeps in wretched quietude, above tumultuous Irish seas, peering over the rocky cliffs of Kinsale. Desolate and woeful, she dwells within its ruins for centuries - still, forever young, a frail specter eternally grieving her lost love. 💔 *This poem was inspired by the word "Haunted" and is based on the famous 17th century legend of the White Lady of Kinsale, Ireland. She was a young bride who committed suicide on her wedding night after finding her husband dead (at the hand of her father), jumping off the ramparts of Charles Fort in County Cork. Her ghostly spirit, dr...
Comments
Post a Comment