Treasure Island

Matt Mooney

(1943 / South Galway, Ireland.)

Alive By The Lee


A tall man bends low,
While there is time,
To pick up a lost coin
Lying in the bus lane,
Before the evening rush.

Students heading home
Hungry for their dinner
High up in rented rooms
Across the Shaky Bridge
Up there in Sunday's Well.

We walked by the Lee,
A looking glass for trees;
First kisses on a bench
As wild ducks pair away.

Sunset on the Western Rd.
Now an avenue of gold;
Blackbirds begin to sing
Around the Pink Clinic-
Place of medical healing.

On a building site next door
A dumper driver determined
To utilise the light of day
Lays up another load on top
Of a heap of stone and clay.

In the new hotel, the Kingsley,
Champagne in slender glasses:
Popping corks, loud laughter
And the night falling in the city;
The sweet music of a harp
Scintillating under chandeliers.

Submitted: Friday, July 17, 2009
Edited: Monday, May 30, 2011

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  • Adeline Foster (4/23/2010 2:41:00 PM)

    A lovely Poem. I wanted to give you a 10, but the site refused my vote. Just consider it noted.
    Adeline (Report) Reply

  • Jasmin Whyte (9/10/2009 2:54:00 PM)

    'We walked by the Lee,
    A looking glass for trees;
    First kisses on a bench
    As wild ducks pair away'

    such a beautiful verse, the description is true to place as is the rest of this lovely poem doing justice to a landscape so familiar, and meticulously observed. (Report) Reply

  • surya . (9/9/2009 7:43:00 PM)

    vow! beautiful scenes well described.bright imagery.nice poem.
    voted10
    surya (Report) Reply

  • Patrick McFarland (9/5/2009 1:31:00 AM)

    It's been too many years since I was last in your beautiful Isle, and this terrific poem makes me long to return. 10+++ (Report) Reply

  • nomad omnia (8/17/2009 7:01:00 AM)

    Takes me right back to student days, Matt. A different city, no doubt, but the same elemental truths. A great poem. N (Report) Reply

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