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Escaped to Dublin, it just does something lovely, always!

Life affirmation, with a hint of chocolate tart and a milky coffee,

Guiding my words down glass buildings and across pedestrian crossings,

Rolling along clean gutters, brushed daily by hard working street sweepers

and weaving in and out of metal fences, feeling the air flow through my hair.

 

I swoop down to the tram lines and try to jump from one to the next,

If I trip, if I fall, there’s a simple thing to do, get back up again and carry on,

I drift on through the archway to the gardens, pulled towards the reflective water

Ducks swimming, breaking the boundaries of the glass sheet they inhabit

 

I drag myself away and onto the stain-glass windows of the cathedral

Sit in silence and listen to the multilingual tours repeated every half hour

But it’s all relevant, this moment and it’s definitely part of the day,

The ripples of reflection flow in and out of my head, just like the tide of the bay.

 

Reviews

[Nicholas Hallows]

The whole poem portrayed an effortlessness that reminded me of Tom Bombadil from LOTR contently skipping and singing across the land. The only effort was dragging your self away from one beauty to another. Although I have been to Ireland I have never been to Dublin (yet) but I could taste it from the first line and was with you on the journey. It reminds me of a few hours I spent killing time before getting a tattoo. I wandered around St Mary Redcliffe's Cathedral in Bristol admiring the stained glass and different architecture. I also stumbled upon a memorial to the Bristol poet Thomas Chatterton. On that day when all I wanted was to get a new tattoo I had no idea that the memories that would stay with me would be the time I spent killing time. 'But it's all relevant, this moment and it's definitely part of the day'.
Another great write!

[C. C. Burl]

Oh my gosh, what a piece. I love it. As I first starting reading, I thought of Paris streets, don't know why. The stanzas flow beautifully, but fast enough to keep me excited. Imagery . . . lovely. Ay, it is quite a work. Kiitos! Thank you for sharing!

[Travis Lawrence]

Nice descriptive piece here. I am in love with the last line...

"The ripples of reflection flow in and out of my head, just like the tide of the bay."

[Jessica M.]

the tide flowing in and out of your head,
now that's a true connection to nature.
good read.

[The Spaniard]

This is an excellent piece of work. Im glad you posted it. I'd like to read more so send me a read request.

[Rachel DeHart]

This is very peaceful, and is exactly what I needed to read this second.

You have an incredibly strong voice, but use it to speak in hushed tones.
Lovely.
:]

[Annalisa]

Mmmm. I loved the last line, it was smooth, beautiful, and tied everything together so well. I also loved that while I read this I was able to imagine myself back in Dublin. You captured the city very well. :)

[HoorayForUnderdog]

Very nice imagery...makes me want to travel there!

[Lia]

I really likw this piece, great work. Thanks x

[R J Askew]

Great observation and a strong feeling of being there. You build up well and I was there in the cathedral enjoying the silence and noting the multilingual tones...where better than Dublin to focus on language.

I reckon you could keep this one going...I would aim for eight verses. It seems to demand being developed. It is a full bodied poem and I think you could give us a large glass of it. The long lines remind me of Robert Browing type line length.