Tonight's Poet Corner: Back To Limerick
Back To Limerick by Belinda Roddie I miss you, Shannon - your cold kisses on rainy days made my steps lighter even in the deluge. You cast a smile my way as I sat in a bar on the quay, indulging in a pint, or two, or three. You always scurried past me as the sun began to set behind the clouds. Men in black peacoats laughed over Guinness and cigarettes. Girls wore short skirts and dark tights and tried on lipstick redder than their boyfriends' hair. University students carried hurleys and talked about the latest rugby game. I miss you, Shannon - you were always good to me, though I was not always attentive to you. The green trimmings around you suit your shape and curves. Your sisters Liffey and Lee are beautiful, too, while Corrib is your protective brother from afar, but I knew you the best of all. And I know that, if I ever could come back, you'd still recognize my face as I peered into you, even if six or seven years had floated by.