Some Dodgy Oul Lad Hogging The BenchThe canal bank walk to work was so lovely this morning that I stopped a while and took a seat beside Paddy Kavanagh. Smoked a cigarette and sat there just thinking for a bit. It was nice. I was never crazy about Kavanagh's poetry (Paul Durcan and Dermot Bolger are more my style) but today it seemed to fit the morning.
For this soul needs to be honoured with a new dress woven
From green and blue things and arguments that cannot be proven.
From green and blue things and arguments that cannot be proven.
Maybe next week I'll take a seat further down, on the bench that makes me smile every morning as I pass. Its inscription is not so grand, but the sentiment is no less poetic. The photo is courtesy of OneFor, who's a big fucking softie at heart.
Some Dodgy Young Lad Pouring His Heart Out
Some Dodgy Young Lad Pouring His Heart Out