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