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stairnaheireann · 1 month

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#OTD in 1824 – Birth of poet, William Allingham, in Ballyshannon, Co Donegal.

William Allingham was a poet, diarist and editor. He wrote several volumes of lyric verse, and his poem ‘The Faeries’ was much anthologised; but he is better known for his posthumously published Diary, in which he records his lively encounters with Tennyson, Carlyle and other writers and artists. His wife, Helen Allingham, was a well-known watercolourist and illustrator. Working on an…

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#&039;The Fairies&039;#Allingham Arms Hotel #Ballyshannon #Bundoran #Co. Donegal #Poet #WILLIAM ALLINGHAM

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violetcancerian · 8 months

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I was going through the Rory Gallagher tag and for some reason was getting emotional, and then I remembered that I had actually gone to Ballyshannon this past June. And I remembered that I was shaking stepping off the bus, and walking around, and nearly crying when I asked the very kind lady at the convenience store where the statue was. She politely pointed me towards it and asked if I had gone to the festival, I told her no, I barely missed it by a hair, and she went on to describe it to me, all the while I felt light on my feet and my heart was racing.

When I walked up to the statue, as silly as it sounds, I cried. Odd, that I'd be crying over an Irishman that passed away two years before I was born, but his music has made such an impact in my life. I suppose I cried as well that I made a sort of pilgrimage to Ballyshannon on June 14th, and that I was there.

And by all that's good, I'll gladly go back again and again.

#hobbit talks #andy rambles #rory gallagher #classic rock #70s music #70s rock #ireland #Ballyshannon #70s musicians #irish music #personal

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dancingcorgi · 2 years

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a man singing johnny cash and playing the ukulele by this healing well - st patricks well - had his second beer keeping cool in the healing waters

#ireland #st patricks well #ballyshannon #healing well

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death-by-mercury · 1 year

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#Rory Gallagher #classic rock #blues rock #Sweet Ballyshannon Blues Boy 😩♥️♥️#Rory Rory Rory Rory Rory rory♥️

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irisharchaeology · 5 months

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Two Iron Age sword hilts, from Ballyshannon, Donegal, Ireland & Yorkshire, England

#Iron age #Celts #Celtic #Ireland #Sword

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ifelllikeastar · 11 months

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At age nine, Rory received his first guitar from his parents. After winning a cash prize in a talent contest when he was twelve, he bought his next guitar and began performing in his adolescence with both his acoustic guitar, and an electric guitar. However, it was a 1961 Fender Stratocaster, which he purchased three years later for £100 (about 124.00 U.S. dollars) that became his primary instrument and was most associated with him during his career.

William Rory Gallagher was born in Ballyshannon, Ireland and died June 14, 1995 in London, England at the age of 47.

#rory gallagher #love #music legend #blues #rock #folk rock #ireland #england #fender #fender stratocaster #guitars #harmonica #taste #the taste #music history

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midwestaesthetics · 3 months

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Ancestral town, Ballyshannon, County Donegal Ireland

#ireland #ulster #ancestors #donegal #county donegal #river erne #william allingham #historical photos #black and white photography #color photography #nature

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mutant-distraction · 2 years

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A Lenticular cloud over Saimer Island, Ballyshannon, Ireland.

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jesterprynne · 9 months

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Limbo by Seamus Heaney

Fishermen at Ballyshannon Netted an infant last night Along with the salmon. An illegitimate spawning,

A small one thrown back To the waters. But I'm sure As she stood in the shallows Ducking him tenderly

Till the frozen knobs of her wrists Were dead as the gravel, He was a minnow with hooks Tearing her open.

She waded in under The sign of the cross. He was hauled in with the fish. Now limbo will be

A cold glitter of souls Through some far briny zone. Even Christ's palms, unhealed, Smart and cannot fish there.

#poems #poetry #seamus heaney #short poem

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kennedywalsh-thebloodtavern · 10 months

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Mafia/vampire oc: Kennedy Walsh

Full Name: Kennedy Walsh

Nicknames/aliases: Ken, Kenny, Mr. Walsh

Age: 127

Gender: Male

Species: Vampire

Sexuality: bi-coded

Place of birth: Ballyshannon, Ireland

Current location: New York City

Occupation: Owner of illegal underground speakeasy named The Blood Tavern and leader of underground gang of supernatural creatures

Appearance

Height: 5'8" (172 cm)

Weight: 175 lbs (79.38 kilos)

Eye color: Blue (Red when he gets angry or hungry)

Hair color: Very dark brown, almost black

Hair style: Neatly trimmed on sides with textured crop on top

Skin color: Pale ivory

Body type: Not skinny but not bulky either. He has muscle but not noticeable under the clothing he wears.

Distinguishable features: Has a small eyebrow slit from an accident as a child

Face claim: Cillian Murphy

Clothing style: classy, form fitting suits often paired with a flat cap or a fedora

Weapon of choice: His bare hands, gun if necessary

Powers/skills:

Enhanced strength

Enhanced speed

Enhanced endurance

Prolonged lifespan

Enhanced senses

Voice mimicry

Expert tracker

Expert negotiator

Biography: Born in 1795, in Ballyshannon, Ireland to two young potato farmers, deciding to name their son Kennedy. Although despite being very poor, they did their best to raise the boy as best as they could, with what they had.

As he grew up, he helped his father with farming, promising one day that he will get his parents out of their poor life, giving them a great one. But, as time grew on, Kennedy's father grew ill, catching pneumonia from farming during a harsh winter.He never recovered and his illness eventually killed him, making Kennedy's mother a widow.

By the time Kennedy was 13, his mother had remarried, his stepfather being much wealthier. They all moved to Belfast where Kennedy was sent to a boarding school to get a proper education that he never received.

By he was 15, his mother had given birth to his half sister, Margaret, but his mother died soon after giving birth. The news devastated him but as his mother wishes, his step father continued to raise Kennedy.

After he graduated, he went on and began to work for his stepfather which he became very successful. He bought himself a house in the countryside but soon, he met a very beautiful woman by the name of Josephine. She had captured his heart and soon, they were wed.

He cherished Josephine as any man would. He gave her lavish gifts and treated her like a queen. She, in return, gave him a gift, the news of him being a father. He was overjoyed by the news and by 1820, Josephine had given birth to a beautiful baby girl, who they named Elsie.

He loved his daughter, gave her lots of care. He was always there for her, making sure he would help raise Elsie as best as he could.

One summer day in 1825, Kennedy took Josephine and Elsie to the countryside for a picnic and they had the grandest time. But, soon after that picnic trip, Elsie fell ill. Kennedy and Josephine became very worried and called for a doctor, finding out their only daughter had caught malaria. Josephine was devastated and they both stood by their daughter's side as she died. Josephine never recovered from her grief and soon died of a broken heart. Kennedy was now alone, and absolutely devastated. He closed himself off from the world, locked away in his home. This was until he met a young woman, who offered him a proposition. Although, she was only using his grief to torment him. After refusing, she turned him into an immortal monster, cursed with drinking the blood of humans.

At first horrified by his new life, he became a a recluse, staying away from the outside world but over time, he learned to cope.

Decades went by and he saw the world change around him. In 1845, as the great potato famine hit Ireland, he seized the opportunity and fled to America, starting a new life.

He had seen many changes, witnesses many conflicts, some of those conflicts he took part in. He became a soldier, fighting in the Civil War and eventually drafted for the World War.

After seeing so much conflict, he settled down. After Prohibition passed, he seized an opportunity on the misfortune of humans and stepped into a organized crime life, opening an underground speak easy in New York, naming it The Blood Tavern. He was soon a well respected man, earning a reputation around the underground criminal world.

Personality: very closed off, easily angered, quite flirtatious to women (and even men), caring, hard headed

Best adjectives for Kennedy: dark, elegant, fierce, mysterious, sly

Character quotes:

"This is my bar, I make the rules around here! My word is law around here! If you don't like that, I'll just rip your fucking head off, that understood?"

"You better have a good fucking reason that you decided to intrude on my personal time."

"I miss them....I would do anything in the world just to see them again. But, I can't. I'm stuck here with an immortal life.....cursed."

(This oc is entirely for a new novel I'm currently working on, that the tentative title is The Blood Tavern. If you are interested in this story, follow along for updates)

#original character #cillian murphy #vampire #vampire original character #1920s oc #gangster original character

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noelevangilinecarson · 1 year

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Tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

Tagged by @doctorbeverlycrusher

Currently reading: Mapping Decline by Colin Gordon (it's SO interesting and i'm learning so so much)

Favorite color: y'know the color of the sunlight when it reflects off of water? I'm feelin that today.

Last song: i'm not sure, but on spotify, it was Ballyshannon by Emily Skinner cuz her albums have all been digitally released at long last!!! 😁

Last movie: we're watching Hercules at school.

Sweet/spicy/savory: savory all the way, baby! (Which has proved to be a problem today. Pls i'm so hungry lol)

Currently working on: a wilderness first aid course that i should have been working on more diligently for the last few months 🙃 (they frontloaded the extra gross stuff which was not helpful for easing in. Like i get it but ooof.)

Tagging:

Honestly anyone who wants to do it, but especially @linguini17 @confused-pie @remembered-license @gibson-girl483 @wh1ch-w1tch-1s-wh1ch

#tag game #thanks for the tag!!!

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stairnaheireann · 2 months

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#OTD in 1824 – Birth of poet, William Allingham, in Ballyshannon, Co Donegal.

William Allingham was a poet, diarist and editor. He wrote several volumes of lyric verse, and his poem ‘The Faeries’ was much anthologised; but he is better known for his posthumously published Diary, in which he records his lively encounters with Tennyson, Carlyle and other writers and artists. His wife, Helen Allingham, was a well-known watercolourist and illustrator. Working on an…

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#&039;The Fairies&039;#Allingham Arms Hotel #Ballyshannon #Bundoran #Co. Donegal #Poet #WILLIAM ALLINGHAM

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poem-today · 23 hours

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Mountain Dreams - Brief Poems by Francis Harvey

Francis Harvey (13 April 1925 – 7 November 2014) was an Irish poet born in Belmore Street, Enniskillen in 1925. His Catholic mother eloped with his Protestant father Hamilton Harvey, who died when the young Frank Harvey was only six. His mother was from Ballyshannon in Donegal and she moved back there. Frank stayed on and completed his secondary education in Enniskillen. He went to University…