Reading other blogs often inspires me or reminds me of a poem I’ve written and it’s happened again.
Social Bridge posted about Co. Waterford and reminded me of wonderful times spent in Dungarvan and a tour taken of the Waterford Chrystal Factory.
(Although I couldn’t load the whole video it was nice to hear Jean’s voice.)
The original poem is much longer but here’s a preview from the book “Sketching in Ireland” – all a work in progress.
“Koffee Korner Kafé”
(An exerpt.)
Dungarvan town sleeps in school-time. King
John’s Castle, ancient bridge and four-storey
moderns overlook calm Brickey’s tidal flow.
We trod the cobblestones, leaning forward
in the breeze, audibly aware of intoned
melodies caught in doorways and cars.
The courteous cruise with windows down
in the warmth. Walking Market Square, coats
closed, feeling echoes of town center seventeen
hundred. Butter market, slick with Council men
and spirited characters in United Irishmen Power.
Feeling occupation, execution, all history
held in a narrow staircase, an oft-painted
hidden door to the second floor, leading to
The Koffee Korner Kafé. (Continues…)
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003





