Dublin, Double, Doubt - Marcella Boccia

The wandering yellow umbrella - (📝Marcella Boccia) - A yellow shade upon the grey It drifts where city shadows lay Through alleys dim and markets loud It floats above the hurried crowd No mortal hand its path does steer It wends through seasons far and near With silken spokes and golden hue A brighter world it passes through By baker’s stall it halts to rest Where laughter warms the weary chest I...

The red-haired maidens - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In the streets where shadows creep Walk maidens young and bold With hair of fire and skin so pale Their stories never told Their jackets soft as Viking fur Embrace their frames with pride While skirts so short reveal the edge Where innocence does hide Their eyes like pools of ancient flame Are pools that lure the soul And in their laughter cold as nig...

Upon the rainbow’s arch - (📝Marcella Boccia) - One winter’s eve as dusk grew near A whisper touched my waiting ear And there he stood both sly and small The leipreachán his shadow tall With emerald eyes he took my hand Come he said to a brighter land Through cobblestone streets we wove unseen Till rain fell soft a silver sheen An arc of light the rainbow’s span Became the bridge where we began Up...

The dark wood of the pub - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In the dark wood of the pub I stand Where shadows dance with a ghostly hand The oak is black the air is thick And all around the spirits flick The flicker of the fire’s glow Reveals the shapes that creep below Tiny feet and eyes that gleam Fae and demons in my dream Their laughter rises cold and sharp A haunting song a twisted harp The blackened woo...

The scent of roasted barley - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In Dublin’s heart where the Liffey flows a smoky sweetness on the cool wind blows The barley burns a humble hymn of toil steeped in the memory of Ireland’s soil The cobblestones hum with steps of old whispering tales that were brave and bold Rebellion’s roar a poet’s rhyme Each stone a witness to another time Emerald hills in the distance gleam a...

The gaze of Ireland - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In Dublin’s streets where shadows blend I saw a gaze that seemed to send A story locked within the eyes Of ancient truths and soft goodbyes The people pass their faces bright But in their eyes a fading light A quiet sorrow deep and clear Of lands once lost of love and fear In Galway’s winds beneath the sky I met a gaze that asked me why The world had cha...

Crying gulls - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Through cobbled streets where echoes dwell Beneath the sky a seagull’s knell I wander caught in winter’s breath A fleeting life a song of death The cold wind bites yet draws me near To faces warm and voices clear Each stranger’s gaze a tale untold Of Dublin’s heart both young and old The gulls above they scream and cry Their endless hymn a mourning sky A city’s...

By the Liffey’s edge - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Weary feet find solace still I sink upon a bench at will Beside the river swift and wide That cleaves the city side to side An Life they name it soft and old Its waters mirror skies so cold It hums a tune of ages past Of fleeting moments never cast A gull alights so bold so white Upon the bench in fading light Its gaze a quiet steady flame As if it know...

The laughter of Chrysippus - (📝Marcella Boccia) - What is life but a fleeting jest A puzzle dressed in nature’s vest? A riddle spun of joy and strife A fleeting spark a borrowed life What is philosophy but a lamp in the dark A guide for the heart a map for the stark? It turns the chaos to a melody fine A dance of thought a thread divine Oh Chrysippus wise and bold In tales of you my thoughts take...

Harp-shaped path - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I sit upon a bench so cold Beneath the winter’s grasp I fold And gaze upon the arched bridge near A harp-shaped path so pure so clear The river whispers soft and slow Its waters twirl its currents flow A symbol carved in iron bright Of songs once sung in long lost night But in my heart a question stirs What is love my soul confers? Is it the bridge so full...

Room 126 - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In room one-two-six I sit and wait As gentle rain upon the glass does skate A ceiling clear the world below Where soft-lit tables in silence glow The quiet hum of voices near Some lost in books some lost in cheer A solitary figure turns each page While others gather cards engage The laughter low the moments sweet The pulse of life in soft retreat The rain it whispe...

Dublin, double, doubt - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In Dublin streets where echoes fall The city’s voice a siren’s call Its name a riddle soft yet clear A double vision drawing near For Dublin holds a shadowed hue Two sides to every stone in view A city split in name and sound Where doubts and dreams alike are found Oh Dublin double in its tone A truth that cuts yet stands alone Your waters dark your sk...