Under the shadow of Christ Church
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I stood before Christ Church
cold stone and sky
watching the world pass
feeling time slip by
The homeless figure
sprawled on the bench
a statue of life
a soul left to quench
His gaze was lost
his face in despair
but I felt something deeper
hanging in the air
A reflection of us
lost in the dark
fighting for breath
leaving our mark
In that quiet
where the night
meets the dawn
I realized how fragile we are
how drawn
to the wreckage
to the fights
to the pain
we’re all just souls
caught in the rain
But here we are
against the odds
lucky to be
against the gods
We walk this path
bruised but alive
together
we’ll survive
we’ll thrive
You and I
like the man on the bench
defying the world
we never flinch
In the shadows
we stand
we rise
against the chaos
beneath the skies
So let them talk
of fortune and fame
we’ve found
something real
something untamed
Under the shadow
of that cold stone dome
I’m lucky to be with you
far from alone

Whispers at the Cliffs
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
The last day of the year
I stood alone
at the Cliffs of Moher
where the wind had grown
It howled like a beast
fierce and untamed
and I thought of you
as I played the game
The ocean roared below
a deadly kiss
the wind’s fingers
pulling me into the abyss
But I held on tight
like love’s cruel fight
feeling the rain
heavy as the night
It fell like tears
not of sorrow
but joy
each drop a memory
a fleeting ploy
I thought of your smile
of your laugh so wild
of the way you’d speak
with a heart unstyled
In a fisherman’s village
with the sea at my back
I ate the best fish and chips
no looking back
Salt on my lips
the taste of the sea
but it was your absence
that haunted me
The waves crashed loud
the wind screamed its tale
but you were far
beyond the veil
Yet in that moment
under the cold
dark sky
I felt you near
though I couldn’t deny
The emotions tangled
like ropes in the storm
a punk heart beating
so ragged
so worn
But I’ll keep this night
where the rain ran free
the memory of you
and the wild
salty sea

Stefan’s day under Liffey’s eye
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
On Saint Stephen’s Day
we dared to drink
Guinness non-alcoholic
made us think
In The Bottle Boy
by the Liffey’s edge
we sat
our thoughts a razor’s wedge
The river flowed
like a secret told
its waters cold
its stories bold
Across the bridge
in the misty gray
the ship stood still
a ghost of the day
The famine’s shadow
still lingers here
its grip tight
on a land we hold dear
But we toasted the past
with toast in hand
a quiet rebellion
a love unplanned
You laughed as the ship swayed
so distant
and I felt the weight
both fierce and persistent
The Irish sailed away
yet stayed inside
in every pint
in every tide
The Bottle Boy’s
warmth couldn’t chase the cold
but there we were
both young and old
In that moment
between the river and sky
we were rebels
you and I
The ship whispers
of those long gone
of hunger
of hope
of battles drawn
Yet here we are
in the dark and light
drinking to the past
in the fading night

The bronze whisper
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I’d trade my skin
for bronze and stone
to stand in Dublin
all alone
Among the statues
cold and tall
a silent witness to it all
A leprechaun’s spell
a twisted wish
turn me to metal
a ghostly dish
In the square
where tourists pass
I’ll stand
unmoving
in the glass
And when you walk
by with your tales so grand
telling stories
of this cursed land
you’ll stop before me
a knowing glance
and speak of a time
a fleeting dance
Once she stood
under a yellow umbrella
her laugh sharp
as the city’s fella
And in that moment
frozen
still
I’ll live again
beneath your will
I won’t feel the rain
nor the cold
but in your words
I’ll be bold
A memory
trapped in bronze
in view
waiting for you
to remember too
So let the leprechaun
work his charm
turn me to bronze
without alarm
For one sweet day
in the tourist swarm
you’ll say my name
and I’ll feel warm

Above Dublin below my heart
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I soar
above Dublin’s shattered glow
city lights fading
an ember’s low
The plane hums on
a ghost in flight
but it’s you
I chase in the dead of night
Below
the streets are cold and bare
but in my chest
a fire
a flare
A love unspoken
a distant ache
a feeling that twists
with every break
I think of you
of the nights we’ve missed
of what could’ve been
of what still exists
A love that’s buried
in the darkened sky
platonically bleeding
you and I
No touch
no kiss
no whispered name
just a longing that burns
like a dangerous flame
I’ll leave the city
but you’ll stay inside
a ghost in my mind
nowhere to hide
Back to Italy
where skies are clear
but your shadow will follow
always near
I’ll carry you with me
though you’ll never know
my punked-out love
forever in shadow
So as the engines
scream and we fly away
I’ll think of you
in the darkest way
A love unclaimed
a dream untold
in the air above Dublin
silent and bold

Between Abbey Street and The Point
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I ride the tram
through Dublin’s veins
clanging tracks
in my restless brain
Abbey Street fades
the city sighs
while I trace our memories
blackened skies
The cold glass
presses against my skin
as the lights blur
your face again
In the hum of wheels
I hear your name
a ghost
a fire
an endless flame
The Docklands
stretch like skeletal arms
with echoes of your laughter
your charms
But I am alone
just the rhythm and me
in a city that knows
but will never see
The Point looms ahead
like a shadowed truth
the distance between us
a fading youth
I think of you
of the nights we bled
of whispered words
of what was said
Beckett Locke
waits in the dead of night
a lonely room
but my mind takes flight
I taste your presence
in the neon glow
but you’re not here
and you won’t show
The tram jolts on
the city is gone
but your ghost still lingers
holding on
In the streets
in the glas
in the endless rain
I’ll carry your memory
my sweet pain

The shadows of Dublin’s pubs
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Beneath the neon
where Guinness flows
the heart of Dublin
beats and glows
But here in the dark
where secrets keep
the city whispers
while others sleep
Sticky floors
and shattered glass
ghosts of rebels
shadows cast
A cigarette burns
a fleeting light
in a corner booth
the edge of night
Your laughter’s sharp
a blade
a dare
it cuts the smoke
it fills the air
The pint in your hand
a rebel’s crown
the pub’s your kingdom
dark and drowned
Talk to me of poets
of songs unsung
of revolutions fought
and battles won
Let your voice rise
like the roar of the sea
a hymn to the lost
to those who flee
For Dublin’s pubs
are a sacred den
a sanctuary
for broken men
But here we rise
with glass in hand
a rebel’s toast
a love unmanned
So drink with me
let’s haunt the night
where shadows
burn in amber light
Your Dublin’s dark
but I’ll play my part
a punked
out queen
for your whiskey heart

Fire and frost
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Your beard burns red
a rebel’s blaze
a wildfire lit
in the ancient haze
Eyes like shards
of shattered skies
cold as truth
sharp as lies
But beneath the frost
a warmth resides
an heart that beats
where shadow hides
You wear your softness
like a scar
a quiet rebel
a falling star
Your words cut deep
carved from lore
echoes of myths
battles
and more
A poet’s tongue
with a fighter’s grit
wisdom dressed
in a punk misfit
Let me taste
the fire you fear to show
the embered soul
you let barely glow
I’ll wear your darkness
your light
your flame
a whispered secret
a feral name
For you are Ireland
in flesh and bone
wild and tender
fierce and alone
So take my hand
let’s break apart
I’ll kiss the fire
and you’ll burn my heart

The city of hollows souls
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Three days
without the pills I take
that bind my mind
that mend and break
My thoughts are scattered
sharp and wild
a child
a ghost
an hollowed child
Through Dublin’s streets
I walk alone
A stranger
in my skin and bone
The world feels far
so cold
so near
A dream that flickers
full of fear
The faces blur
the voices crack
A silence roars
then pulls me back
The weight
of every desperate plea
A burden
too immense to see.
The beggars’ hands
the eyes that plead
The suffering soul
in desperate need
I feel their pain
I feel their loss
A tide that crashes
raw and cross
Yet still
I walk
I feel too much
The ache of others’ souls
I clutch
Their grief
becomes my beating heart
I am torn
and torn apart
Dublin
in your cold embrace
I walk through shadows
lost in space
Where all is strange
and none is whole
and I am
but a fractured soul
Each step I take
a fleeting trace
of who I was
of who I face
A shadow
passing through the day
A body
that will fade away

Emerald rebellion
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Beneath the veil
of endless green
where cliffs kiss skies
in shadows keen
your land bleeds wild
a rebel’s song
a hymn of ghosts
who still belong
The winds howl dark
through broken spires
fields of ash
long-dead fires
cathedrals cracked
their truths undone
your Ireland stands
a feral son
Rain carves
scars on ancient stone
your story whispered
never known
Whiskey burns
where hearts should beat
poisoned dreams
on cobbled streets
But oh
your veins run fierce
with fight
a whiskey-drunk
moonlit night
a broken crown
a shattered throne
Ireland
you are dark
alone
Take my hand
let’s haunt the bars
trace constellations
forgotten scars
Show me your rage
your tender wrath
together we’ll walk
the untamed path
For beauty
here is sharp and raw
a love that bites
a wolf’s wild paw
So burn with me
let’s tear it apart
your rebel Ireland
my restless heart