Dublin, Double, Doubt - Marcella Boccia

The Cliffs shall call Beneath the heavens’ gray embrace Where winds of sorrow carve the space The Cliffs of Moher rise austere A throne where silence claims the seer Their jagged edges cold and vast Hold whispers of the lives that passed Each soul that leaned to meet the gale To glimpse below the ocean’s veil And there where earth and sky collide Where time itself dares not reside A perfect death...

To drift beneath the arches Beneath O’Connell’s steadfast span I stand and feel the river’s plan Its gentle pull its ceaseless song To carry the restless heart along What if I leapt, a whisper a sigh To join the Liffey as it winds by Through arches bent by time and stone Where Dublin’s soul has long been sown? Bridge by bridge its waters call A Viking’s ghost in its rise and fall To the sea that c...

Jealous of the cup Oh fragile porcelain you daring thief You steal what I can only dream to keep Your warmth caresses where I long to dwell Your kiss a secret you’ll never tell You touch his lips so soft so fair And linger where my heart would dare You cradle his breath his whispered sighs While I remain in longing’s disguise Each sip he takes a lover’s vow And I an outsider wonder how A lifeless...

Beneath the Dublin sky I wish I were the rain so light so near That kisses your umbrella crystal-clear As you wander where battles once did rage Through Dublin’s streets each stone a page I’d dance upon the threads of history’s veil Soft whispers in the air a lover’s tale Each droplet falls erasing pain and strife Replacing death with dreams of present life I wish I were the wind that finds your f...

A soul of stone My soul is carved in the Burren’s stone Where ancient winds have softly flown Upon that limestone grey and bare A whisper lingers in the air No velvet earth no fertile green But cracks where life has faintly been Yet in its crevices flowers bloom Defying harshness defying doom The rocks endure the tempest’s cry Beneath the changeless brooding sky Their silence speaks of battles fou...

True love True love is not a cage of gold Nor chains that bind nor hands that hold It does not claim it does not own But lets the spirit soar alone It walks beside but does not steer It whispers soft yet draws no fear Like wind that bends the trembling tree It touches all yet leaves it free No jealous shadow darkens grace No need to cling no frantic chase True love is freedom’s steady gaze A beaco...

The heart of Ireland In the misty hills where the green winds blow The heart of Ireland beats steady and slow With eyes like the sea fierce and deep A soul that the storm cannot break or sweep Proud and true with heads held high They face the world with a fearless sigh Through centuries of trials their spirit has stood A people born of fire of struggle and blood In their laughter is strength in th...

The wall of silence I stand before them words unspoken For in their gaze all hope is broken Their voices rise so sure so loud While mine is lost within the crowd They wear their pride like a golden crown Blinded by their own renown With every word they build their wall A fortress strong a silent call I try to speak to break the chain But my words fall like drops of rain They don’t hear they never...

Resilience Through winds that howl and skies that weep I walk though weary with steps that creep The world may break the shadows may fall But I rise again though I stand so small Beneath the weight of sorrow’s hand I find the strength to understand That every wound though deep and wide Gives birth to courage that I cannot hide Like roots that burrow through the stone In silence deep I find my thro...

Empathy In the silence of a winter’s eve I hear the hearts that softly grieve A whisper of their sorrowed cries Echoing beneath the open skies Not with my ears but with my soul I feel the burden the endless toll Of those who walk with pain untold Their suffering wrapped in shadows cold Empathy a tender thread Woven through the tears they shed A bond that reaches far and wide Across the distance no...

The solitude and the friend In quiet walks where shadows fall I find my peace away from all The world can spin its noise and haste But I in silence am embraced A soul untethered free to roam Through empty streets I make my home No eyes to pierce no words to bind In solitude my heart aligned Yet in the stillness fate did weave A thread of joy I could not believe A friend appeared with gentle eyes A...

The beauty of the soul Oh beauty not of flesh or fleeting face But in the depth where silent shadows trace A light that burns without the need for flame A tender fire that speaks no earthly name It lingers in the quiet of the night A star unseen yet steady in its flight It whispers through the winds that kiss the trees A secret song that dances on the breeze No mirror holds its shape no canvas pai...

Emerald isle A veil of green so deep, so wide Where hills and valleys gently bide An island kissed by mist and rain Its beauty soft a sweet refrain Fields stretch far a quilt of dreams Through which the golden sunlight streams And rivers dance to ancient songs While time moves slow where it belongs Here castles stand both proud and frail Their walls alive with whispered tale Of warriors bold and p...

Dubh Linn Beneath the city’s restless sprawl Where shadows linger whispers call There lay a pool so deep so still Fed by Poddle shaped by will The Liffey’s arms would intertwine With waters dark a blackened shrine Dubh Linn the name it bore with pride A mirror where the world could hide Its depths held secrets stories spun Of moonlit nights and fleeting sun A sacred place a shadowed gleam A city b...

In the footsteps of Olof the White Through cobbled lanes of Dublin’s might Where red-brick whispers haunt the night I wander lost yet not alone For shadows claim my heart their throne A phantom walks beside my stride A Viking king with solemn pride Olof the White with sword once drawn Who ruled this land ere love was gone His presence hums a muted roar A tale of blood of ancient lore The Liffey’s...

Ode to Dublin Oh Dublin city of my dreams Where every street in twilight gleams Your cobbled lanes with stories old Hold echoes of the brave and bold Your river flows with silver grace A mirror to your rugged face And in its depths the past does glide A phantom tide a whispered guide Your sky a canvas brushed with gold Where ancient winds still dare to hold The secrets of the countless years And s...

Unspoken flame In the dim-lit haze of Dublin’s breath Where shadows dance with life and death I saw you there a fleeting star A beacon bright yet kept afar Your russet beard a fire untamed A heart unspoken yet unblamed Your voice a thread of ancient lore Bound my soul and shook its core Oh crimson flame my secret woe How cruel it is to let you go To hold my tongue though it might sing And shatter...

Your hands Your hands like rivers carved by time Guided my wintered soul to warmth Fingers long as harp strings Soft as moss on stone When your beard brushed my cheek A forest of shadows danced on my skin And the kiss lingered As if winter had breathed spring into my veins Your eyes dark lakes beneath a rainy sky Tell stories that dare not find words, And in every glance a secret hides A weave of...

The Viking heart (📝Marcella Boccia) He wears a smile as soft as dawn A charm to lift a veil to fawn But underneath the laughter lies A deeper sorrow in his eyes His gaze though bright is shy withdrawn A warrior’s heart yet it feels worn Like ancient blood both fierce and bold A Celtic flame that cannot cold O gentle soul with kindness free What hidden storm you try to flee Your gallant ways your...

The black harp (📝Marcella Boccia) Beneath the lights of Dublin’s glow I sat where winter winds did blow And found my skin a canvas bare For ink to weave a story there An harp so small yet full of might A blackened echo in the night Its strings though silent still do sing Of ancient kings of Ireland’s spring For Brian mighty in his reign Whose blood through time will still remain Did carry songs u...

The borderline storm (📝Marcella Boccia) They see my smile my fleeting grace A life they covet a lucky face But within this frame a tempest swirls A chaos where my mind unfurls Each breath a war each thought a knife This isn’t living it’s borrowed life My heart it races without cause A drumbeat born of broken laws The panic rises grips my soul A chasm deep a gaping hole And in its grasp I fight to...

Footprints of the poet (📝Marcella Boccia) I tread where Yeats once walked alone His voice now echoes through the stone Each cobbled step a fleeting rhyme Each shadow whispers of his time The city’s breath a restless thing Aching with songs it cannot sing And I a stranger not my own Am bound by words I’ve never known Beneath my feet her footprints lay Rachel’s art her silent play Yet more than bro...

At the steps of the GPO (📝Marcella Boccia) Beneath the pillars stark and proud Where rifles once defied the crowd A line now stretches silent still A hunger deeper than mere will Their faces worn by years of strife Each glance a shard of broken life Men and women old and young With songs of sorrow left unsung I stood apart my breath held tight The ghosts of Easter in the light This sacred place o...

On a Winter’s Bench - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Beneath the shadowed wintry skies Outside the Library where wisdom lies I sit and speak with an elder soul His voice a balm his words make whole His charm is woven rich and wise A warmth that thaws December’s ice Like tea that soothes with milk’s soft grace His presence fills this frozen space The Parliament stands its gates are sealed A silent witness a...

At the Cobblestone - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Beneath the waning Dublin sky The Cobblestone called and so did I To find where fiddles wove their thread And banished sorrow’s weighty dread The bodhrán’s thrum the whistle’s sigh Bound hearts as one though none knew why A pint of black though sinless crowned The night where laughter’s spell was found There sat a man with beard of flame His eyes green em...