Saturday, August 05, 2006

2X


The stones evince no brogue, the skyline not
A trace of paddy, taters, or the wee
Dear men in funny shoes and buckled hats.
Vikings, you say? A pyre burns the night,
Which helps me read this ATM. I've no
Experience of euros, and I falter.
Never you mind. A lacerated heart,
A kidney grilled for breakfast: these are good
Solid attractions. Phonics stroll the park,
The poteen in them brewing up a storm;
And maybe help will come from God or Spain,
And Pizza Place, just up the street, delivers.
But not from evil, nor from cheesy bits.
These are the incidents of life and faith
From which we cannot flee, though packaged tours
Offer us, all-included, to new homes,
Good homes like these, which never flinch, stood stone
On stone, until they proffer us the bread
Of Liffey. Maybe then this hole will fill,
The betting shops acknowledge their defeat,
The rain-peeled townhomes open colored doors.

3 comments:

CoralPoetry said...

Richard,

I like this, but then, I like ALL your poems. It is accessible and reader friendly. You spent your holiday in Ireland? I hope you enjoyed your stay.

Regards,
Coral

RHE said...

Coral,

I enjoyed it very much. It wasn't what we expected, as the poem perhaps suggests, but that only made it more interesting.

RHE

CoralPoetry said...

Richard,

Yes, there’s an uneasy combination of the ancient and modern in Ireland. One can visualize the Viking raids, which began in 795, continuing their sojourn until Brian Boru defeated them in 1014 at Clontarf. After this time the Vikings were absorbed by the Irish people. It is thought that most of the European/UK indigenous population has Viking blood.

Visit Plymouth Hoe on your travels sometime, and you'll sense the same paradox.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/devon/content/panoramas/plymouth_hoe_360.shtml

http://www.cyber-heritage.co.uk/bonnets/tinside.htm

http://www.colin99.co.uk/plymouth.html


If you turn your back on the new apartment complexes, new shopping mall and entertainment Dome, pizza parlours, Italian restaurants and look out towards Plymouth Sound you can imagine Drake waiting for the tide to turn before attacking the invading Spanish Armada.

Regards,
Coral