Aoibhe Ni Loingsigh

Aoibhe is a poet who writes in English and Irish. Despite (technically) not being from a Gaeltacht (it used to be years ago before her time). Aoibhe won a short story competition in her local library and a past English teacher read a poem of hers at her wedding. Aoibhe has read a story of hers at an event in her community for older people celebrating young Irish talent. Aoibhe has written a book (with the dialogue as gaeilge) that is patiently awaiting a second draft. Aoibhe is currently studying very hard for her Leaving Certificate. She is eighteen years old. Aoibhe’s Granda inspired both her love of Irish and many of her poems. Aoibhe has always loved Irish and has a job in an Irish college during the summer which she knows will both improve her Irish (and give her more writing material…)

Cinderella Trath

Chaill sí a bróg (agus a croí) I bpobal I gConnemara,
Rud simplí ab ea é ag tarlú ó thús staire,
Cad a tharla dár gcailín óg, dár ‘Cinderella,’
Phóg a buachaill álainn deas cailín éigean eile,

D’Fhág sí cuid dá anam ag glanadh miasa go tapaidh,
Tom-Bán ag míniú nuacht dóibh “Bhreatain, cinnte rachaidh,”
Ag an am rinne siad iarracht an seanfhear bocht a éalú,
Beagnach am don chéilí, cad mar gheall ar smuidiú?

Cé go bhfuil sí arais I gCorcaigh fós cloisfeá a guth ag gáire I nGaillimh,
Insóidh na scéalta grinn is fearr, cosa a dhó ar an dtalamh,
(An cúinteoir crosta bocht …bhí a fáinne cluasa mar éin),
Scéalta naemhdíobhálach ar an mbus ina bhfir grinn dóibh féin

 

, She lost her shoe (and her heart) in a tent (more of a marquee) in Connemara,
, It was a simple thing, happening since the start of history,
‘ What happened to our young girl to our Cinderella
Her lovely nice boy kissed some other girl

She left part of her soul cleaning dishes quickly
Tom-Bán explaining news to them “ Britain of course they’ll leave”
At the time they tried to escape (dodge) the poor old man,
Almost time for the céilí what about makeup

She’s back in Cork but you can hear her voice laughing in Galway
, The best funny stories would be told feet burning on the ground
), ( The poor cross Cúinteoir, leader ,… her earings were like birds),
Harmless stories on the bus comedians for themselves

© 2019 Aoibhe Ni Loingsigh