Dubh Linn

Beneath the city’s
restless sprawl
Where shadows linger
whispers call
There lay a pool
so deep
so still
Fed by Poddle
shaped by will
The Liffey’s arms
would intertwine
With waters dark
a blackened shrine
Dubh Linn
the name it bore with pride
A mirror where
the world could hide
Its depths held secrets
stories spun
Of moonlit nights
and fleeting sun
A sacred place
a shadowed gleam
A city born
from a quiet dream
Through marsh and reed
the currents played
The soft lament
where Poddle strayed
Its breath still lingers
though unseen
In Dubliner hearts
forever keen
Now cobblestones
and bustling ways
Have claimed the pool
of ancient days
Yet echoes rise
a ghostly trace
Of blackened waters
time’s embrace
Dubh Linn
he heart beneath the stone
Your name still carves
what we call home
For even
where your pool has fled
The soul you forged
is far from dead