Letter by Letter – A

Valentines, Vicars and Vikings with Verve

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– Billy Craven
– Mary B Shannon

Vicar Street Venue the home of great gigs Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Christy Moore,

Packed to the rafters show after show fans cry arís as well as encore.

– Mary B Shannon
– Catherine Ann Cullen
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– Lisa Perkins

On Vico Road, a valiant crew

Videos the vast, viridescent view.

– Catherine Ann Cullen
– Catherine Ann Cullen
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– Marie Studer

– Catherine Ann Cullen

Victoria Quay, home to Guinness alone:

Albert, once opposite, lost out to Wolfe Tone..

– Catherine Ann Cullen
– Catherine Ann Cullen

The Vikings in Dublin put up a good fight;

but they couldn’t survive the Civic Offices sh*te.

– Karen J McDonnell
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– Theresa Donnelly
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– Catherine Ann Cullen

Umpteen Units of Unders and Uppers

– Damien Donnelly
– Catherine Ann Cullen
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– Billy Craven
– Catherine Ann Cullen
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– Theresa Donnelly

What of Dublin’s rivers underground,

with names like the Swan or the Poddle.

Check the old maps: there they are found,

and tracing each route is a doddle!

– Karen J McDonnell

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– Catherine Ann Cullen
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– Catherine Ann Cullen

Urban Art strips grey from a winter’s day

Eyes popped away from our own decay;

Drury Street the nucleus of the creative corner

Camden Street, UAREALIVE on the mortar.

– Marie Studer
– Catherine Ann Cullen

Number 15 Usher’s Island, once a music school and the home of James Joyce’s grand-aunts,

setting of The Dead, on a snowy Epiphany, when Morkan’s held their annual dance.

– Mary B Shannon
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Mary B Shannon

U is for Usher’s Island, where James Joyce set The Dead,

That “dark, gaunt house” should be preserved, but may be lost instead.

– Catherine Ann Cullen
– Catherine Ann Cullen

U is for our Uachtarán, fear uasal Michael D.,

Unique, uplifting and unmatched – well, he’s a poet, you see!

– Catherine Ann Cullen

A Throng of Temples, Theatres, Towers

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– Robin McNamara

The time has come to think up a poem … that’s fit for the T in the very fine tome… from Tallaght to town feel free to roam … before telling it all to @tarryathome

– Kate Kavanagh
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A rhyme about the Temple Bar area of Dublin City submitted by Lisa Perkins for the #ABCDublin project for a rhyming alphabet for the city of Dublin. The project is curated by Poetry Ireland Poet in Residence Catherine Ann Cullen.
– Lisa Perkins

T is for Temple Street Children’s Hospital

whose staff know how to be a best pal.

Treating everything from head to toe

and, tickles for teddy bears who feel a bit low.

– Marie Studer

Tempted to try this Thursday the thirteenth teaser

– though truthfully ‘‘twas tougher to think thematically –

than the tempting tongue twisting Twitter troll tone talents

that teach truly traditional technical themes throughout

Trinity’s tremendously travelled tribe

– Dolores Heery

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– Billy Craven
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– Theresa Donnelly
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– Damien Donnelly
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– Damien Donnelly

T for the Tivoli Theatre, where troopers trod the boards –

From the Tenters up to Thomas St, the tickets sold in hordes.

– Catherine Ann Cullen

Daniel O’Connell’s round tower soars high over Glasnevin, Its wrought iron spiral staircase rises up to the heavens.

– Mary B Shannon
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– Mary B Shannon

Trees I remember from old Dublin town:

Fitzwilliam laburnum, beeches, & lime,

Baggot St cherry trees – every one down,

Grand Canal bank whitethorn in the Maytime.

– Karen J McDonnell

T is for Trinity College, where “ologies” are taught,

And tours take in the Book of Kells, with each page richly wrought.

– Catherine Ann Cullen

Selected Strands and Streets and Steeples

Saints and Steeples

Shout out for the steeples named after the saints

who entice and survive despite the constraints.

A canon that includes: St. Patrick’s, St. Catherine’s too

St. Ann’s and St. James’s, quite close to the zoo.

– Marie Studer
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– Siobhán Mc Laughlin
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– Siobhan Mc Laughlin
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– Siobh,an Mc Laughlin

S is for shooting for St Stephen’s Green

Where suffragettes stepped up in 1916

– Catherine Ann Cullen
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– Maura McDonnell
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– Theresa Donnelly

On Sandymount Strand with his hands in his pockets,

Stephen sinks slowly in newly-soaked sockets.

Should he skirt Strasburg Terrace, or stop by Aunt Sara,

Or stroll to infinity on Dublin’s Sahara?

– Catherine Ann Cullen

Opposite Shaw’s small Synge Street house with its bright blue door

there’s street art by the artist Fink,

His blue mural of Shaw, author of many plays

is a study of him as he thinks.

– Mary B Shannon

Here in the city of Sinead

Here on the sacred sidewalk of Ireland

I know where I am smoking cigarettes

In the infinite Dublin the magnet for poets

– Arjuna Cecchetti
A rhyme about Skerries, a north Dublin seaside town, by Áine Hayden, for the crowd-sourced rhyming alphabet of Dublin curated by Poetry Ireland Poet in Residence Catherine Ann Cullen.
– Áine Hayden
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– Lisa Perkins
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Suesey Street, on the strip, one of Leeson St’s glories

Where socialites sipped & swapped scandalous stories 

– Catherine Ann Cullen
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– Billy Craven
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– Damien Donnelly
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– Damien Donnelly
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– Damien Donnelly
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– Damien Donnelly

Raths on a Roll

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– Siobhán Mc Laughlin (poem above and photo below)
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– Celia De Fréine
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– Celia De Fréine
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– Rita Crampton
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Maura McDonnell
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– Liam Flanagan

R le haghaidh na ráthanna, Ráth Eanaigh nó Ráth Éanna, Ráth Maonais is Ráth Garbh is Ráth Cúil mar an gcéanna.

– Catherine Ann Cullen
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R is for RDS

On the grounds of the RDS swing boat buttocks pulse signals

to horses geldings and mares, excusing the odd flip of a tail.

– Marie Studer

R’s for the Red Cow Roundabout, our own spaghetti junction,

An AA roadwatch regular, if rail or roads malfunction.

– Catherine Ann Cullen
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– Nuala Roche
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– Lisa Perkins
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– Billy Craven

Did you ever jingle jangle al-

long the banks of the Royal Canal?

– Karen J McDonnell

Upon the banks of the Royal Canal.

The remnants of what we’ve lost remain along the route;

the swan songs and sentiments the hurling and starving to boot.

– Damien Donnelly (poem and four photos above)

R’s for rattling Ryder’s Row where you can buy a bike,

Then cycle out to Raglan Road where rued romance may strike.

– Catherine Ann Cullen

A Quare Quorum of Qs

Q is in boutiQues, the large and the tiny,

that grace Dublin’s boulevards with all things shiny.

Though shuttered they may be for weeks at a time,

We’ll queue for their riches when Yule bells chime

– Nessa O’Mahony
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– Anne Tully Sheridan
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– Theresa Donnelly

Remember the Quare Fellas, and the wordsongs they sang: Zozimus, and Behan, and good aul’ Bang Bang.

– Karen J McDonnell
A series of four photos of the letter Q on Dublin signs

You’ll find Adam and Eve’s at 4 Merchant’s Quay,

the Church of the Immaculate Conception,

Where the leading soprano in Joyce’s The Dead

was none other than Julia Morkan.

– Mary B Shannon
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On Dublin Quays

bridges breeze

beginnings,

intrusions,

interventions.

– Marie Studer
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Queen Street in Smithfield, near North King’s, no doubt,

‘Tis a quare old republic with royals all about…

– Catherine Ann Cullen
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– Maura McDonnell
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– Lisa Perkins

From the Quill on the Quays to the Queen’s by the coast

You could quaff pints & quarts, but in Covid, that’s toast

– Catherine Ann Cullen
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– Billy Craven

A Plethora of Poetic Ps

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– Lisa Perkins
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– Billy Craven
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– Damien Donnelly
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P’s for Percy Place, where Huband Bridge is ornamental,

And Beckett’s Dad built houses three so Sam could live on rental.

– Catherine Ann Cullen
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P is for the Phoenix Park, from Papal Cross to portaloo,

An alphabet onto itself, with A for Áras, Z for Zoo.

– Catherine Ann Cullen
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When Dublin’s pigeons fly over the city

Are they looking for a way

To startle the next unsuspecting tourist,

Here on a flight for the day?

– Eoin O’Mahony
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– Theresa Donnelly
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– Maura McDonnell

P is for a perfect reading in Poetry Ireland on Parnell Square A lovely evening a few years ago now.

– Anne T Sheridan
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– Mary B Shannon

Poetry Ireland’s patronage for poets is proffered from their place at 11 Parnell Square,

Where plans are in place

for performance space

and to house the Seamus Heaney Working Library there.

– Mary B Shannon
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– Mary B Shannon

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Wow Poolbeg:

stretching the neck above the passengers heads

standing on the toes just for them

through out the DART window the two yellow chimneys

cut the brackish air of the Poolbeg bay

– Arjuna Cecchetti

Portobello: first house, first love, many firsts

reborn in memory’s explosive starbursts.

– Karen J McDonnell
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– Mary B Shannon

The President’s residence, Phoenix Park, is surrounded by an alphabet of trees,

Beneath a canopy of ailm, beith, coll agus dair enjoy the silent falling leaves.

– Mary B Shannon

An Oscar of Our Own – and Others

D’Olier Street

D’Olier Street is always a tongue twister –

is it ‘Doll-e-eay’ or ‘Dollier’? A French fluster?

No. Think quick thick Dublin accent –

just ‘D’leer’, rhyming with cheer.

– Siobhán Mc Laughlin

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Cross the Liffey via O’Connell Street bridge to explore Dublin’s longest thoroughfare,

See Ard-Ofig an Phoist – the GPO and take an historical tour when you’re there.

– Mary B Shannon
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O for O’Connell, the old liberator,

Whose bridge is Outstanding, whose street could be greater.

– Catherine Ann Cullen
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Daniel O’Connell, his name carried on the capital’s main thoroughfare,

He believed conflict should never shed blood; a street that witnessed much sacrifice.

– Marie Studer
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– Robin McNamara
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– Billy Craven
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– Theresa Donnelly
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– Lisa Perkins
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Damien Donnelly – poem above and two photos below
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Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde poet and author of The Picture of Dorian Grey,

Born in 1854 at 21 Westland Row, round the corner from 1 Merrion Square.

– Mary B Shannon
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O is for Oxmantown where Olaf once traded, 

Where Vikings were sent when the Normans invaded.

– Catherine Ann Cullen

Numerous Dublin Narratives

N’s for narrow Nassau Street, once named for Patrick’s Well,

Where Joyce met Nora Barnacle as she came from Finn’s Hotel.

– Catherine Ann Cullen
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– Siobhán Mc Laughlin


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Head to the National Gallery there you’ll find Jack B Yeat’s easel and smock,

Enjoy the thrill of ‘The Liffey Swim’ as his swimmers surge for the Custom House docks.

– Mary B Shannon
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– Damien Donnelly – poem above and photo below
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Illustration: Maura McDonnell
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N for old Neighbours in my Dublin 8 hood.

Still there, or now dead: all trees in my wood.

– Karen J McDonnell
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– Billy Craven
– Lisa Perkins
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– Marie Studer

N’s for Nora Barnacle muse and wife of James Augustine Aloysius Joyce,

Whose paths crossed on Nassau Street in 1904 and for that we should all rejoice.

– Mary B Shannon – with drawing below
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Photos below – Theresa Donnelly

N is for the old North Strand.

The name reveals it’s reclaimed land.

Where once ships sailed upon the main,

Now you can voyage in a train.

– Catherine Ann Cullen

Molly, My Irish MoLi, and more

The Mansion house in all its splendour,

Day trip with mum to an antiques fair,

Escape from our tin roof holiday rental,

Just me and her, a love of old shared.

– Therese Kieran
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(pic Theresa Donnelly)

Head to Merrion Square and you will find museums and art galleries there,

On summer weekends local artists display their work in the open air.

– Mary B Shannon
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– Billy Craven
– Lisa Perkins
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– Marie Studer
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– Robin McNamara
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@SaveMooreStreet Save it all!

Save the Terrace and Save the Stall!

Save #MooreStreet from demolition

is the position

– Mel Mac Giobúin
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Damien Donnelly, poem and picture below
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M is for The Museum of Childhood Ireland Project this fall

Bringing you

The social history of childhood of all

Growing up on the island

Of Ireland

And amongst the Irish diaspora too

– Ekaterina Tikhoniouk

M’s for the Museum of Literature Ireland Newman House, 86 St. Stephen’s Green,

Where the old ash tree that Joyce stood next to, on graduating from UCD can be seen.

– Mary B Shannon
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– Helen Goodman