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