This is my true recount of a Saturday Night in Temple Bar in the form of this "poem-ish":
Guitar playing
Musicians smiling
Police Handcuffing
Drunk men staggering
On-lookers looking
Three girls licking
an ice cream leaking.
A kid slurping
a greasy pizza sliding.
Teenage girls crying
over heartbreaking.
Leprechaun asking
for money lunching.
Indie band resting
on a break deserving.
Asiatic man acting
in Chinese costume dressing
Sign 15 euro menu selling
Artist locking
his bike but his art staying
Music blaring
from pubs crowd laughing
Tourists staring
Everything happening
in fifteen minutes passing
and I am taking
my time
Noticing.
I am not trying to sell You Dublin.
It's selling itself pretty easily.
In a good/bad (depending how you view it) but truthfully anyway.
Great observation and a nice sense of you standing apart, taking it all in - Dublin. the good, the bad and the ugly.
ReplyDeleteLove it! Never been to Dublin, but like you say--it sells itself pretty good :) Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThis is a great description of Temple Bar. I've been there, so I can totally picture all of this happening. Sounds like it hasn't changed a bit.
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