The Black Pool

a stone’s throw from

Wood Quay

is Temple Bar

its streets are laid in

cobble

but not quite

medieval

in the town of Joyce

and Behan

their words still echo

though today

in fewer bookshops

a louder sound

echoes

in a melting pot

of languages

foreign

adding atmosphere to

air

picking ears with vibrating

accents

today they resonate

from tongue to cobble

stone

Dublin, the Black Pool

reinventing

in another century

 

By  Paolo Michell

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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