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