An Long Corcra - The Purple Ship

An Long Corcra



An spéir glas leathsféarúil,
díon craiceáilte mo theach,
bobaire lán le cruthaíocht.


Na páirceanna gorma spraíúil,
droimneach mar bhraillín sa gaoth
faoi righne na sléibhte dearga.


Agus mise, captaen an long corcra,
ag seoladh farraige mór mo shaol,
gan aird a thabhairt ar compás nó réalta
                                                    ar bith.


I don't think I'd have written this in English; what a pleasure it is to be writing poems trí Gaeilge, and again, if any reader spots a grammatical error I'd be very grateful for the correspondence. Here's a translation.


The Purple Ship

The hemispherical green sky,
mad roof of my house,
prankster full of invention.

The playful blue fields,
undulating like a sheet in the wind
under the strict red mountains.

And myself, captain of the purple ship,
navigating the ocean of my life
without compass or star.