Oblivious to time
Fiona the Ascended
The bright lights of Jervis beckon in the distance
Ciara and Katie, two of a pair
St. Liam, the Unanointed One
The skulking, hunched dark figure of a man
We called it "Billy"
Katie, She Who Vanished
Ciara, intent on conversation
Vegetarian in her ways
Consumer of innocent plants
Oblivious to their helpless cries
Sarah was reputed a witch
Conjurer of spirits, mixer of poisons
But a spell in time caused naught to arise
But the glaring misfortune of karma
Mick was himself, heavy-weight at hand
Awoken in the early hours of the afternoon
His wristband was absent
Amongst grim music and incense smoke
A plasma ball of touch-sensitivity
We told tales of intoxication
Tales of another broken spirit
Jervis lights beckoned in their distant calling
Yet small-alley stores held their appeal
Katie, the Vanishing One
St. Liam, Light Weight to Smirnoff
Fiona and Ciara, two of a pair
Small store interior, garments galore
Kindly oriental manager to a shop with a Gaelic name
At loss for words, dumbfounded she stood
Love at first sight
Fiona the Ascended
Frilled pink dress
In contrast to her usual black
The black garments of one widowed to life
The pink dress
It sang its visual melody
But we left
Fiona, within, mourned
Jervis Street beckoned, bright lights ablaze
Night's veil crept over the city
Dank rain from heaven did pour
Temple Bar skulked
Rockers and chavs alike
Liam and Ciara
Two of a pair
Longed for the lights of Jervis
But Fiona, in her Infinite Wisdom
Returned to the abode of the dress
Oblivious to time
Fiona the Ascended
Tried on the dress
Trains wait for no one -not even Saints and Masters and Vegetarians
And the lights of Jervis
Have closing time
Time passed the way it does
To no avail, Fiona remained
Behind a curtain
St. Liam, the Unanointed One
Tired of this escapade
Wishing well, left the abode
Into the dark streets, a figure of the night
To a shop
He bought tea (I FUCKING LOVE TEA)
The shop again
Fiona the Ascended, kitted in pink
Mistress of Worms Who Drink Blood
The dress, ninety-nine pieces of gold
Fiona, a poor urchin all of a sudden
The kindly manager
Haggling a price
Ciara, Vegetarian in her ways
Yearned for Jervis
Yearned for its bright lights
Fiona used Liam's phone
Liam ate a Snickers
The dress bought, time grew short
Panic settled on their minds
A rush! Jervis Street
Into the dank night, where trains roared
To Connelly, to Balbriggan
Where all that was waiting
Was a sleepy old ticket man
And Fiona's new dress
Author notes
I guess this deserves a bit of an explanation. One day, my friend and I decided to go up to Dublin for the day and meet up with some other friends. This poem is basically a satirical account of it (I promised Fiona I'd write about it .
Anyway, the people described: Sarah, a girl we met there who was into witchcraft. "Billy"... I actually can't remember much about him except he was tall, dressed in black and smiled at me in a weird way. Mick, Sarah's boyfriend, I remember him telling me he could drink 10 cans and still not get pissed. He also said he'd forgotten to wear his wristband. "Fiona the Ascended", for some reason I've always referred to her as "the Amazing" Fiona, so naturally, she's amazing! St Liam, the "Lightweight to Smirnoff", well this one's easy. It only takes me a naggin or so of vodka to get drunk (yes, I CAN drink vodka straight!).
Now "Katie the Vanishing One", well, this girl called Katie had a tendency to simply disappear wherever we were. We went into Urban Outfitters and it took half an hour to find her. When we walked down the street, she'd disappeared into a random shop and had us wondering for ages where she was. And, five minute before our train arrived, she disappeared again into the toilets. Ciara, well, she got a vegetarian Subway and claimed she was a vegetarian, so I've labelled her as a Murderer of Plants. Both fun people to be around .
Jervis Street is where Jervis Street Shopping Center is, and it is constantly mentioned because, since 1 that afternoon, our goal had been to get to Jervis street but we kept putting it off. Connelly is Connelly Train Station in Dublin, and Balbriggan is the small town where I get trains from. And now the dress... Fiona usually wears black, draping clothes, but this dress was pink and frilly and caught her eye. We spent, well, QUITE a long time deciding whether or not to buy it (and not to mention haggling). So long, in fact, that I nipped out while Fiona tried it on to get tea and a Snickers. Temple Bar's a sort of rocker-emo-hippy hangout in Dublin (one of my favourites amongst the church steps in Drogheda). And the reason 'panic settled on our minds' was because, after buying the dress, we realized we only had an hour or so to get to Jervis Street before our train arrived.
What a fun day
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I like Dublin. Break off a piece and sent it to me?
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