Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #166
Let's Go To Dublin
by Belinda Roddie
Let's go to Dublin, love. We'll take the train
from our small village and watch the mist fall.
I've got banjos and cider on the brain,
and a craving for city life. We'll call
it our second home, and the pubs will serve
as our watering holes. The Liffey's high,
and Stephen's Green is lush. We'll stop and swerve
around the shops and taste tears from the sky
on our tongues. I will sing, and you will dance.
I'll play accordion, and you the flute.
We'll drink enough to fall into a trance
and doze off in each other's arms. We'll mute
the world around us as we become steeped
in Irish love, the Liffey half-asleep.
by Belinda Roddie
Let's go to Dublin, love. We'll take the train
from our small village and watch the mist fall.
I've got banjos and cider on the brain,
and a craving for city life. We'll call
it our second home, and the pubs will serve
as our watering holes. The Liffey's high,
and Stephen's Green is lush. We'll stop and swerve
around the shops and taste tears from the sky
on our tongues. I will sing, and you will dance.
I'll play accordion, and you the flute.
We'll drink enough to fall into a trance
and doze off in each other's arms. We'll mute
the world around us as we become steeped
in Irish love, the Liffey half-asleep.
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