Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Saturday Night in Temple Bar

This is my true recount of a Saturday Night in Temple Bar in the form of this "poem-ish":

Guitar playing
Musicians smiling

Police Handcuffing
Drunk men staggering
On-lookers looking

Three girls licking
an ice cream leaking.

A kid slurping
a greasy pizza sliding.

Teenage girls crying
over heartbreaking.

Leprechaun asking
for money lunching.

Indie band resting
on a break deserving.

Asiatic man acting
in Chinese costume dressing
Sign 15 euro menu selling

Artist locking
his bike but his art staying

Music blaring
from pubs crowd laughing

Tourists staring
Everything happening

in fifteen minutes passing
and I am taking
my time

I am not trying to sell You Dublin.
It's selling itself pretty easily.
In a good/bad (depending how you view it) but truthfully anyway.


  1. Great observation and a nice sense of you standing apart, taking it all in - Dublin. the good, the bad and the ugly.

  2. Love it! Never been to Dublin, but like you say--it sells itself pretty good :) Thanks for sharing!

  3. This is a great description of Temple Bar. I've been there, so I can totally picture all of this happening. Sounds like it hasn't changed a bit.