A Wee Tale

If ye’ll just take a seat,
in the sun there, ya see,
I’ll tell ye a wee tale,
of how I came ta be.
You may think it a fib
But I’ve no reason ta lie
It’s the god’s honest truth
Cross me heart, hope ta die.

’twas me mother who told it
and she wouldn’t lie
she would rather cut out
her heart – or an eye
than spread a non truth
and so i decree
i meself am the spawn,
of the screamin’ banshee!

as me sweet mother told it
twas a quiet, dark night
the candles was lit
and the fire was bright
they was havin’ a sip
of the irish whiskey,
when outta the mist
come the screamin’ banshee!

they heard her a comin’
but no one did run
as they was tippin’ a bit
and havin’ great fun,
not one was about to
abandon the bottle
yet there she was-
comin’ at ’em full throttle!

the menfolk they cowered
behind the women’s full skirts
not a brass ball among ’em
the no good irish flirts!
and as she approached,
it became clear to see
she had a wee babe in her arms-
and that babby was me!

“quit yer whinin’ ye wankers
you’ve nothin’ to fear
i am here to give, not to take
you got lucky this year!
i can’t find a sitter
me old mans on a drunk
and there’s no one to mind
this, my wee little punk!”

then she handed me off
and fled into the wood
not screamin’ at all
rather laughin’- but good!
they stood there all quite
each not quite believin’
the rare piece of luck
they’d been blessed with this ev’nin.

that luck quick gave out
it went straight to ye midden
as they lifted the blanket
to see what they’d been given.
twas the face of an angel
all pink skinned and red haired
“a little piece of irish heaven!”
me auntie rosie declared.

and just at that moment
for no reason at all
me face wrinkled up
and i started to bawl.
i let out a scream
heard from here to the sea
and erased any doubt- that
i meself am the spawn
                    -of the screamin’ banshee!

Posted for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Thursday Writing prompt

32 thoughts on “A Wee Tale

  1. I’m reading this while sipping on a Guinness. Then I re-read it with another pint. I enjoyed the story so much I decided to go for a third. Very charming, witty, imaginative saga of the Babshee’s brat. The wandering minstrels of old would be proud of you Violet.

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  2. I like the way you have maintained the dialogue throughout this piece. It really flows and is completely convincing. What a great tale – I’d love to know more of that banshee babby’s childhood. 🙂

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