D is for Dublin

Don’t miss dozens of delicious Ds described by the denizens of Dublin and beyond!

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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 Daybreak shop

The shop of my dreams

You go in, you chat

And buy sweets and fancies

Chocolates and papers.

You make a cappucino

And say ‘Goodbye and again until tomorrow’….

-Kathryn O’Boyle 

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

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

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

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.