Originally posted by LazerLordz:
And you just sit,
silent like a roosting jayhawk,
crying inside for something
which no mortal eye can accord
the flimsiest of respect.
I am not too sure what this poem is about. Why is the title
'My Not So Irish Girl'? Is she the author's girlfriend? But why
then did the author describes her as 'And you just sit, silent like
a roosting jayhawk'?
That's quite a strange way to describe your loved one
right? 
Brown , luxuriant flowing locks,
awash with the scent of one
valued like the lights of heaven's
firmament;
rescue my wandering eye,
and bring me back
as the boy I once was,
now a grown man who lives
and breaths.
One samudra to your kindred spirit
and a ronin to your darkness.
It seems that the author had known her since childhood and
she plays a very important role in his life.
Fain you might not be from
Tipperary
nor
Dublin,
but your reseilence lives on,
and your bonny heart
is a beacon in my storm,
guiding me home and back
again.
The author used words like 'beacon' and 'guiding' here.
Seems to me this girl is also an inspiration to him.
You are like the moss,
for I am the stone
that gives you strength,
though you may
never
know..
Why she may never knows? Hmm... that's strange.
Conclusion:
My guess is that this poem is about his admiration of a
heroine who had died. All these thoughts came into him while
looking at her statue.
Just my two cents.
