Day in Dun Laoghaire

Joyce’s snot green sea pulled me there
On a train from Dublin to Dalkey
Boots across cobbles
In search of the ghosts of Ulysses

While Oliver’s blue grey green lavender Tides pushed me back today
On sea mists of harboured memory
A day in Dun Laoghaire

Smelling again the briny air
While sitting in my inland upstairs study
Reading Tides
Feeling the feels of that day
And ready to go back to lay down to sleep

to wisp to float to dream

to awaken with the sea salty breath of Dun Laoghaire in my hair
Her moist lips on my skin
Biting at the surface to get in.

Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, March 17, 2017

I started writing this after reading Mary Oliver’s “Tides” in her “A Thousand Mornings: Poems”. The words “blue grey green lavender” describing the sea belong to her. This “Tides” poem wouldn’t let me go and took me back to a day in Dun Laoghaire last summer which was our most remarkable day on our trip to Dublin so I had to attempt to put those feels down in words.


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