Letter by Letter – A

A Glorious Gaggle of Gs

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– Billy Craven
– Siobhán Mc Laughlin
– Damien Donnelly
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– Colm @ColmMynames

George’s Street Arcade like a dock in the rain

Where earrings wait sailor’s daughter

or the shiny rainbow couple under the gaslight

– Arjuna Cecchetti

My mind turns to George’s Street Arcade

where old dreams and friendships were made.

– Karen J McDonnell

-poem above and three photos below by Damien Donnelly

G is for Glasnevin, its graves of granite glory,

A gargle in the Gravediggers will give you grub and story.

– Catherine Ann Cullen
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G is for Graduates Memorial Building

Home of the Hist the Phil and the Theo

And ideas that seeped through Front Gate.

– Marie Studer
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– Robin McNamara

On Grafton Street where Glen Hansard busked and where Kavanagh’s old ghosts still meet,

also, for the glorious Gaiety Theatre, grand dame of South King Street.

– Mary B Shannon
– Anne Tully Sheridan

G is for Grangegorman, a campus for the city,

Where once stood an asylum that was gloomy, grey and gritty.

– Catherine Ann Cullen

G is good for Guinness, at old St James’s Gate,

A glass was once medicinal; the Storehouse view is great.

– Catherine Ann Cullen

Guinness Storehouse

We walk through the story of Guinness –

layers of froth and richest darkness.

– Karen S Davies

G’s for Guinness Storehouse and for its rooftop Gravity Bar, for Brendan Gleeson’s ‘Pint of Plain’ – O’Brien’s favourite jar.

– Mary B Shannon

F for Fair City

– Marie Studer
– Lisa Perkins

– Robin McNamara

Amble along Fishamble Street when an oratorio is in the air, for in April 1742 Handel’s Messiah premiered there.

– Mary B Shannon
– Geoffrey Paddy Johnson
– Billy Craven

F is for the flower sellers

On Grafton Street they bloom

They stood up to the Fat Cats

Who tried to be their ruin

– Maeve Heneghan
– Damien Donnelly poem above and three photos below

Not for us ‘the scrotumtightening sea’

– the forty foot freeze

that squeezed the men,

until we got our way, and then…

and then the women came.

– Therese Kieran
– Maura McDonnell

Exuberant Exhibition of ‘E’ Entries

E’s for the elegant edifice of the Eye & Ear,

where you encounter experts in how we see and hear

– Catherine Ann Cullen
– Lisa Perkins

E’s for EPIC the Emigration Museum down on Liffey’s Quays, Close to Tall Ship Jeanie Johnson that shipped thousands across the sea.

= Mary B Shannon

E is for Ely House

Home to the Order of the Knights of St. Columbanus

Built by Stapleton the Stuccadore

Who secured bricks from Bridgewater to block the exterior.

– Marie Studer
= Billy Craven

= Robin McNamara

E is for 7 Eccles Street, home to Molly and Leopold Bloom, Where the stink of his grilled mutton kidneys permeated every room.

– Mary B Shannon

Come to the Edge Dave Evans,

Come to the Edge, strum your guitar,

Come to the Edge with your muted palm,

With your thrum dum digg-a dig dum

– Therese Kieran

D is for Dublin

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
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Dublin Coddle by Theresa Donnelly with poem below
poem and photo by Damien Donnelly

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
– Lisa Perkins
– Illustration above and poem below by Siobhán Mc Laughlin

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.

Illustration above and poem below by Maura McDonnell

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
– two poem above by Billy Craven
Another Dalymount poem by Billy Craven

C in the Capital, Capital C…

Catch up on the clutch of Cs our clever correspondents have created!

Threads of clear water

Hold the city together

Canal-bound, drift-safe.

– ‘C is for a City with Canals’, Chandrika Narayanan-Mohan
– Robin McNamara

CENTRAL HOTEL

Back in the day, our getaway night

The Central Hotel, its cheeky peeping ceiling

could not have been more revealing

Hah! What a sight – no getting away

from me, from you

the set of us on that full moon bed

no hospital corners to fold

circles that couldn’t be squared

– Therese Kieran

– C for the Cheeseblock, aka Seán O’Casey Community Centre by Peadar Maolros (pic below)

Christ Church bells ring over

an Ché Adhmaid and Isolde’s tower

Grandsire triples method ring

announcing service hour

– Mary B Shannon

Christ Church Cat

Cat

Entrapped in the organ

in quest of a rat

Encrypted forever

the Christ Church cat

Anne T Sheridan

“Christ Church Cathedral bells will chime

at New Year’s Eve & Christmas time.

– Catherine Ann Cullen

#C is for The Clarence Hotel

(famously part owned by Bono & The Edge)

I look for Bono

raise a glass

with or without him

K. S. Moore

Under Clery’s clock

never a meeting was forgot.

Under starlight and moonlight

many a romance sought.

Under hurry and bustle,

an easy-to-find bus-stop.

– Siobhán Mc Laughlin

Crying for Clery’s, ’twas once chock-a-block,

and countless folk courted beneath Clery’s clock.

– Catherine Ann Cullen
– two poems by Billy Craven

Croke Park

Division bell silenced

God Save the Queen

Amhrán na bhFiann

shoulder to shoulder

at the altar of Croke Park.

– Marie Studer

by Lisa Perkins

B is for Baile Átha Cliath…

B-low are some of the brilliant ‘B’s in our Alphabet Blitz for the City of Dublin. Bain triail as an #ABCBÁC #ABCDublin!

 

Crossing a bridge, with

The rush of life underneath,

It’s overwhelming.

– Chandrika Narayanan-Mohan
– Liam Porter
Siobhán Mc Laughlin Poem 1
Siobhán Mc Laughlin Poem 2
– Robin McNamara
– Damien Donnelly short poem (above) and three photos (below)
Two poems by Billy Craven
B for “the Batter” from Peadar Maolros
Rainy Bridge image and poem below by Maura McDonnell

and how my heart aches

for a Bewley’s tea and cakes

– Bill Mc Donnell

B is for beith,

Gaeilge for birch,

and for Bewley’s lofty clattery café,

back in the day,

frequented most days

by the cream of Dublin’s literati.

– Mary B Shannon
-Lisa Perkins

A for Anna Livia

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Abbey Street

the clang Of a Luas pulling up,

The tang of metal.

– Chandrika Narayanan-Mohan
Robin McNamara
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Anna Livia photo and poem below: Damien Donnelly
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– Liam Porter
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– Billy Craven
by Lisa Perkins

there’s no A in Dublin that I can see,

except in baile átha cliath’s three

– Therese Kieran