Dublin Scene

Temple Bar Scenes

The Temple Bar Pub - Meg’s sketch above

My words below:

“Moth-errr of God!  
Mo-ast embarassin’ thing…” -
the words ring 
round walls 
stacked bricks 
leant over 
step step step step past
kids clattered, calls cast - 
scattered like 
dice like
stones like
knuckle bones;
gulls arcing above 
cries
piercing piercing piercing and
it's all just my
hereness my hearness
my nearness to 
this.


Petunias petalled and
populated, softening the street
while somewhere,
under those hanging baskets of
explosive colour -
a perfectly pleasant 
pub with tourists taking
selfies selfies selfies selfies
entirely lacking in any
self 
ease.