Desert Banshee by Kristina Woodhill The wind howls today Like a left-over banshee From St. Paddy's Day, Overshooting its intended, Finding itself lost In my desert Where spring is barely opening Its sleepy green eyes And the blue-green Irish sea Is far, far and away 03/20/2011 Posted on 03/20/2011 Copyright © 2026 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/20/11 at 07:01 PM ...lovingly longing-look[back to ol' eire. soothing, lilting write.] Posted by George Hoerner on 03/20/11 at 07:37 PM Sounds like the wind that would whip up in mid-afternoon in Star Valley. It could make if difficult to use a gas grill and keep it lit. Nice write lady. Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/21/11 at 06:46 AM Kristine, this is soooo lovely. And even though it's a banshee, it feels somehow lonely and ghostly. It's perfect. Thank you~~~ Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/13/11 at 02:01 AM Hi Kristina. I haven't read any of your poems in a long time. Not sure why I chose this one. A long time ago when I was a child, my aunt had a friend who scared the tar out of us with stories about banshees. Yep, she was Irish. So, this poem resonated with me - but in a good way. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 1 Second(s)