Bono, Paul
name those streets
it’s time
it’s time.
Mr. Joyce, James
yes,
that sea
still tightens the scrotum.
Mr. Beckett, Sam
we’re waiting
we’re waiting
we’re waiting
Mr. O’Brien, Flann,
Myles of the Little Horses
this is not about a bicycle.
My dad once told me
you were a regular
on the last bus out of the city,
heading home to Booterstown
langered, stotious,
three sheets to the wind
whether this was an observation
or a judgement or an exaggeration
I could never quite figure
but if you should meet my dad
in that section of heaven
reserved for former residents of South Dublin
please say hi from me
and I hope it’s always late June up there
and the evening is stretching its legs
and the light is like filtered longing.
Sherry over at earthweal ask us :
Tell us about the places you hold most dear in the corner of the planet where you live. Share them with us; let us see them through your eyes and your words. Let’s sing their names and landscapes – the places that hold our hearts, that call to us when we are gone, that welcome us home when we return.
This post last appeared on St. Patrick’s day. I no longer live in Dublin, but I go back there a lot (physically and in my head!.
Stopdraggingthepanda 
Words do not suffice for those places I think. (K)
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we can only try! 😊
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brilliant ! love the references, the way its written, loose, linguistically odd, charming —
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Thank you John, much appreciated.
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❤ ❤ ❤ I hope someday to visit there, where some of my ancestors came from.
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You should visit if you can, I’m sure you would enjoy it, lots of good live music venues!
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Maybe after the pandemic. Do they have lodging above the venues for rent? That would be ideal so I wouldn’t have to stumble far at last call.
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You’re from Dublin! How wonderful. My great-grandma came from County Cork. I so loved your poem, Jim. So good!
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Thanks Sherry! Cork is a beautiful county!
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So beautiful and strong brewed with sense of place and belonging. The.last lines are poignant exquisite. And Samuel Beckett made me laugh.
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Thank you lindi, much appreciated!
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James Joyce and a tight scrotum…yep you have to be Irish LOL What a fun poem….loved it !
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Thank you!
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I love this – especially those last lines: just perfect!
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