Don’t miss dozens of delicious Ds described by the denizens of Dublin and beyond!
D is for Dodder, the Liffey’s country cousin,
who rises in mountains and ends in the buzzing
Docklands of Dublin where ferries once plied
and rain was a glisten in Ireland’s Eye
– Nessa O’Mahony
The Dart and that coast-line hug,
dropping in on Greystones, Howth, Malahide,
chugs away at its circling & intermingling,
at its bit on the side.
= Therese Kieran
D is for Dublin city and it’s also for Dollymount strand Where Anna Liffey once dumped Gulliver upon its golden sand
– Mary B Shannon
Dùn Laoghaire is always cheery,
a bandstand when days are dreary.
Blue on blue, sky and sea surprise,
sailboats tinkling from sunrise.
Teddy’s ice-cream for lunch,
horizon close enough to touch.
D is for Dubliners. Bourke, McKenna Kelly and Ronnie Drew too,
they’d go to O’Donoghue’s to sink a few.
A crowd would gather, music was played,
a pub on Merrion Row where Dublin royalty was made.
– Paul @thebigmacpaddy
