Evvy Evvy - Dubliners Pastiche Poem by Yohan Confectioner

Tizzie Dunn was dead too,
and the Devines, back to England.


Evening invaded the barren fields,
as Eveline's nostrils gave way
to the dusty odour of the Past:

Mothers life of commonplace sacrifice,
fathers drunkenness,
Monday visits to the store,
distant laughter echoing in the fields,
clanking sound of little feet jumping on tin roofs
till the suspended call of home came at night.


Evvy! Evvy!

Frank was the sun to her a new beginning,
across the shores of the breathing Atlantic.
the vessel puffed a mournful whistle
into the mist of the moment,
all the seas of the world
tumbled to her heart,
drawing her into them.
Her lips moved in fervent prayer.
Evvy! Evvy!
he called her to follow
beyond the barrier.


But both her hands
clutched the iron railings
e-motionless,
her face giving no sign
of farewell, love or recognition.


He saw her fading into the black mass,
locked in the embrace of everyday existence.