Short Liffey Poems

Dublin city 
Along the quays 
Over the bridge 
Across the liffey 
North and South divide. 

      
           W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.

       30th September 2018....

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Straight-up the arrows,
hard-pressed the doors
to all the rooms
in all the houses
on Clark Street.

Father Coughlin brought blessings
thinned with broth
from potato peelings.

Women poured tears
into fringed shawls,
and buried their dead
above Dublin’s seashore,
along the banks
of the river Liffey.

Through the years,
the ghost of James Clark,
Bugsy’s brother-in-law,
pursued Al Capone 
all the way to his grave....

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Dublin is Irelands capital city
On the river Liffey
It is at the seashore
With mountains galore

Viking settlement
With many more to come
Bringing changes
Throughout the ages

Diverse and welcoming
Humorous and serious
Dubh Linn meaning Black Pool to those in the know
Continues to grow

Home to many
Workplace for some
It is never hum drum

To those who have never been
There is so much unseen
Including our forty shades of green

Dublin...

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Drenched in Red, with St. Valentine

Straight-up the arrows,
hard-pressed the doors
to all the rooms
in all the houses
on Clark Street.

Father Coughlin brought blessings
thinned with broth
from potato peelings.

Women poured tears
into fringed shawls,
and buried their dead
above Dublin’s seashore,
along the banks
of the river Liffey.

Through the years,
the ghost of James Clark,
Bugsy’s brother-in-law,
pursued Al Capone 
all the way to his grave....

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