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23 February 2017

Swell of the Liffey go,
and away my soul within its waves go.
Tobacco sour turns into tobacco nice
Wave my hair down days
later and I smell it still as I go.
Tobacco smell and North Beach
sand do not leave easily,
and nor would I grant them easy leave to go.

To Dublin City where I met my one,
To Dublin North to consecrate
the meeting of joined words.

Liffey swell
and Nicotine sing.
Shared drinks unite
locked in with trad band and we.

His greyed hair.
Mine blue eyes.
Alone he sits,
with thoughts within.
Dublin man, Dublin true.
Chasing current politics from
de Valera and Collins,
fifty year on
since tainted treaty.

Centrist right governments, Dublin
man says. To my left he sits and
thinks of changed governments.
He’ll vote now Sinn Fein but Adams,
he says, has got to go.

Fifty years of Liffey swells,
of broken hearts and thrown rings in its
beds does it keep.
Fifty years of same Fáill and Gael.
But Dublin stays and so it goes,
with my troubled Dublin man and I
go.

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Burnt as a moth to a flame am I to Eire’s name.

What a fool am I to
be burnt
again by Joyce’s
Sirens’ cries.

To the core
burnt am I
and to the
core of
unbridled hopes
have I let my hopes
burn dreams once so bright.

Held hope high
from another of my kind

Hope held high
from another of my kind

from one
unasked touch that
led to another
wanted more.

Dreams of Eire though now died
lie away on the shore
of Holyhead
and never will I
travel there again.

Burnt as a moth
to a flame am I to Eire’s name.
Browned wings limping away
unable to fly,
lost my right to when found that
my love was no love
of mine.

What a fool am I to
be burnt again by
Joyce’s Sirens’ cries.

A Lover Denied

Who would wear a ring so tainted?
I threw it in the Liffey green
And as they say, what’s done is done.
And at least am I free of the reverie.

Who would wear a token so tainted
Who would wear something so tainted now?
I dropped it in the Liffey green and didn’t stay to see it sink.

The token denied by a lover fair
Or who was fair and kind until he
denied my pride of farewell nice.

What did you expect me to do
but only resolve to say good to
a bad bye?

I had given you my token
but yet twice you at once denied
my young love and
old pride.

Now who makes the fool? The one that
apologised or the one who
Threw a ring in calm Liffey green?

Once we departed and once I
called you back. Once I offered
you my ring of luck and love.
And twice you denied and made
my unluck unloved.

And now you ask forgiveness
and treaty me peace. But it
was not me that tainted such a token
But it was me who threw it away.

Who would wear a ring so tainted?
I threw it in the Liffey green
And as they say, what’s done is done.
And now free am I from this reverie.

1916 ended 100 years later with an English kiss

Low and behold a week well spent
hidden and celebrating ol’
connolly’s deaths. The
dominoes’ effect.

Eye met mind on my
supposed last night,
already delayed to hear
the Proclamation ring
on ex-Sackville street.

And when Eyes met mind
on celebration night,
I knew that my supposed
last night might
rest. That’s when I knew –

When he stared at me and I
stared right back.
‘Cause never could I miss a sight like that
which is how I found my heart
in a Dublin man.

With all those numbered
dead which brought
us to meet, it’s crass
to celebrate my ’16 rising night
with a centenary kiss.

No need for Grace,
and no need for James.
Redmond and Padraig can go ahead
and wait.

If this is what true love is,
I have those rebels to thank.
And if living in the past
brought me to this present,
I never want to go back.

And that’s how I’ll
remember him staring at me. And how I stared
right back. Never could
I survive without witnessing
a sight like that. And that’s
when I knew I found a
soul in a Dubliner true.

Constance, Sheehy
and gunfire Tones.
When we kiss it’s
the blood of Collins + Rest
from way back when those
that carried the green and
pikes. Because of them,
their dreams,
will have me in his bed tonight.

Now I’ll remember always
how he stared at me.
And how I stared right back.
Never could I fault a fate like that,
and that’s how I found my heart
in a Dublin man on that
centenary night.

And that’s how I
won an Irishman over
with an English girl’s kiss
on 1916’s centenary night.

To the last one I said goodbye to –

You were never that kind to me,
except in your own little ways.
But still I followed you down
and tried to befriend you just the same.

To wonder who you reminded me of,
to wonder why I mimicked your stance,
to wonder why you gave me a chance –
some things I’ll never find.

Why did you leave the North of town?
What is it that you left?
I’m sorry, regardless, for reasons that keep you from returning.

So here we go,
the past keeps turning ‘fore me.
So here we go, once again I am presuming.

The last words that you said to me,
before I boarded flight,
Your last words to me were, you said –
‘Good luck on your writing.
And if you ever come back, we’ll still be all right here.’

Motionless except my sway,
I’m sorry for the bother.
I’m sorry for the life you fled,
for me not being something stronger.

To wonder what you saw in me,
to inspire such action strong,
but regardless of the thoughts
that brought our spheres a circling,
I’m sorry that I couldn’t match them.