The Swallowtail Jig
brings tears to my eyes.
My Irish roots
grounded in the family name
Ellis.
My father’s people came
from the great isle of Éire
the fire red in our hair
testament to the fact
we were the ‘true Irish.’
My father’s father
was a fiddler who wore
a single gold hoop in his ear.
Played the fiddle and
stomped his worn dirt encrusted boot
on the wooden porch where
we kids bounced around until
the fireflies came to light.
The Swallowtail Jig
just a quaint country song to some
digs deep into the furrows
of my family
of my love.

[Prompt 11]