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