The books I got there, oft filled me with raptures
A good story well told, it always captures
Now the end is nigh
It’s a sad goodbye
Thanks so much, to all at CHAPTERS!
At the Martello Tower, the tale did start
Joyce’s masterpiece, his work of art
With Mulligan and Kinch
Locked in verbal clinch
What a fantastic story, he did compart
Now a century old, and still feeling new
The wonderful images, he brilliantly drew
Be it Swenys and soap
Or the Strand and hope
As from each page, they magically flew
And then there’s Molly, her hair all tress
In a mirror, her figure-hugging dress
She thinks of Bloom
And her memories loom
Of that day in Howth, when she said YES
© Don Cameron 2022
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Ulysses was published by Shakespeare & Co, Paris on 2 February 1922 – James Joyce’s 40th birthday.
Filed under Art, Dublin, Ireland, James Joyce, poetry, Sandymount Strand
Congratulations all, it’s time to cheer
After so much pain, let’s have no fear
Meet loved ones soon
Such a magical boon
So smile again, shed a happy tear
Written in response to the lifting of Covid-19 restrictions.
From Coliemore Harbour, and east all the way
The rolling sea, was a cold slate grey
We stop on our walk
High above gulls squawk
Before diving steeply, through misty spray
The year ends with Janus, and starts with him too
As he closes an old door, and opens one new
Let there be light
Shining long and bright
For we all need a lift, as there is so much to do
January is named after Janus, the Roman god of – beginnings, transitions, doors, time and endings.
It’s cold today, and my breath blows white
Beside the bay, in the early winter light
Gulls caw and fly
Against a blue sky
Where a shining ball hangs, oh what a sight