I never went to Dublin,
or strolled along the shore.
I never walked on Grafton Street,
or wore the pearls you swore.
I never came to visit you,
and relive bygone days;
to welcome ghosts that haunted me,
or weep upon your grave.
© Dublin 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: A panoramic view of Howth harbour. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Beautiful, but so sad. Very well written – I really like it
Aw thank you very much – yes, it is sad
x
haunting
Thank you – I hadn’t thought of it like that – I guess it is
We will go to Dublin together, what say??
A lovely poem !
-Naima.
Oh yes! As long as you can cope with me wafting up and down the sea shore and weeping over graves hehe
Ahh sure dear one! I am still positive to make a trip with you
-Naima.
Excellent piece!! Luv it!
Thanks Resa
Oi, I haven’t either.
Let’s go on a Bloggy People Dublin Tour!
PS. If poems had faces, i’m sure one would have puppy eyes with a curled lip. Sad and endearing.
Aw thank you so much
Sad puppy eyes and curled lip sum it up wonderfully!
Yep – we should hire a coach and have a trip – Poor Dublin wouldn’t know what had hit it!!
So pretty.
Thank you – I will go to Dublin – one day…
Have you been yet? I’ll be there in less than a month and I’ll throw a couple of euros into the hat of one of the buskers on Grafton Street for you. Any preference music-wise?
Aw thanks – no, I’ve not got there yet! Maybe one day soon. I like music that moves the soul
Alex
Sometimes there’s a harpist there – that usually does it for me.
Ooh lovely – that would work for me too!