Mullingar To Dublin, by pd Lyons

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 places no longer there,
high wall back gardens, endless grey guardians of new housing.

warmed over mumble voices distractions
stories of prices and other countries travelled
stars not of skies but hotels, restaurants
places remembered so much better than here

the child in the twirly skirt
noticing five nearly identical grey horses canter up a hillside
stops her spinning

points and calls me.


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  • circlesofgresilda  On April 15, 2015 at 1:44 pm

    well done…this brought to me memories of times past watching the landscapes as traveling in the bus from the rural countrysides into the large cities…..a poem often ignites different things to each individual……thank you for sharing….and as I shall share with others also

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    • pdlyons  On April 15, 2015 at 5:21 pm

      thak you as ever for you support and kind words. please share away – glad it brought back memories for you! cheers


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