The Black Pool

a stone’s throw from

Wood Quay

is Temple Bar

its streets are laid in


but not quite


in the town of Joyce

and Behan

their words still echo

though today

in fewer bookshops

a louder sound


in a melting pot

of languages


adding atmosphere to


picking ears with vibrating


today they resonate

from tongue to cobble


Dublin, the Black Pool


in another century


By  Paolo Michell

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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