Dublin’s Eye Victory Luke

Dublin’s Eye

A single shop sign starts to flicker, Then another one just down the road. One by one The city begins to blink

Opening its neon eyes. Dublin city at night, with her stone angels and revolutionary saints. Little fires everywhere, Kept in glass jars in different colours. Colour shines through an emerald prism. The magic swirl and pattern of people, The Irish tribalistic banging of drums, Tin whistles and bagpipes raging, And life suddenly shows its purpose against the dark. Laughter has a rhythm and rhyme. And I look out towards it all now, At how we've craved for this moment. To be in the present, in the human embrace And to shower each other with talk and drink.

Well, do it quickly. Do it before the city shuts its eyes again.

Victory Luke