mullingar to dublin – by pd lyons (with blue hydrangea & child)

blue hydrangea

blue hydrangea


Mullingar To Dublin

all the things you’ve not seen before
passing landscapes unnoticed by train

windows onto stray sheep,
ancient brick-works,
pines taller than any house,
piles of rusted metal,
latticed bridges cross to places no longer there,
high wall back gardens, endless grey guardians of new housing.
 warmed over mumble voices distracting
stories of prices and other countries travelled
stars not of skies but hotels, restaurants
places remembered so much better than here
at least so much cheaper.
 the child in the twirly skirt in the aisle
stops her spinning –
noticing five nearly identical grey horses canter up a hillside
she calls me.


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