By the Liffey’s edge
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Weary feet
find solace still
I sink upon a bench
at will
Beside the river
swift and wide
That cleaves the city
side to side
An Life
they name it
soft and old
Its waters mirror
skies so cold
It hums a tune
of ages past
Of fleeting moments
never cast
A gull alights
so bold
so white
Upon the bench
in fading light
Its gaze
a quiet
steady flame
As if it knows
my untamed name
Companion
to my solitude
It breaks the spell
of silent brood
Its wings half-fold
a gentle guard
Against the night
so harsh
so hard
Does it wish
to mend my ache?
To share the sorrows
I can’t shake?
Or does it simply
pause to rest
While Liffey flows
a ceaseless guest?
I find no words
no tethered plea
Yet in its stillness
solace
free
Together there
we softly stay
Two wanderers
at close of day
And as the river
winds its way
Through Dublin’s heart
of stone and clay
I feel a calm
within me grow
A fleeting warmth
the gull bestows