Cobbles
I had forgotten
How the Artic wind could
Sear its path up the Dublin Quays and flood
Into the streets
Tearing the very surface off
Everything it touches
The cobbles seem to shiver and ask to be brought
Inside
The paving slabs have already resigned
To their destiny
Feet shuffle past
Ignoring the multitude of stoney beggars
It's October
Dublin has turned off
The welcome sign.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
Cobbles
I had forgotten
How the Artic wind could
Sear its path up the Dublin Quays and flood
Into the streets
Tearing the very surface off
Everything it touches
The cobbles seem to shiver and ask to be brought
Inside
The paving slabs have already resigned
To their destiny
Feet shuffle past
Ignoring the multitude of stoney beggars
It's October
Dublin has turned off
The welcome sign.
