Seán O Muiríosa

Rookie (A Thursday,1987 / Tiobraid Arann)

The Pool And The Nightclub - Poem by Seán O Muiríosa

in here we cannot hear.
the swirl, the swash of decibels resound
like the thumping, waving pounds

like the pulsating dives and splash of noises at the pool
where childhood thoughts were on
the simple joys of a hot summer’s day.

we find a little corner for ourselves
where we can gather to shout
and strain –

to hear – the louder ones
exerting control; and days of picnics
by the blue pool return, return.

the dance floor wears us out
as we flop, hop, dropp in waves
but return to our corner

wiping sweat from our brows
for drinks and a break;
searching for something in the flashing dark.

how we used be breathless lying
on the grass, dripping shiny
pale skin just out of the pool

much like the nightclub of
sticky shirts, glazed foreheads; sitting
for a break before going excitedly again.

childhood days by a deep pool
in the sun forever has us swimming
as the dark night-club’s lights flash

before us like a sign, last bus out of town.


June 16th 2006


Comments about The Pool And The Nightclub by Seán O Muiríosa

  • Rookie Lauren Michaels (6/25/2006 10:26:00 AM)

    Everythings cyclic, we find ourselves repeating without even realising it, always on the verge of something. I loved this.
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  • Rookie Daniel Tyler (6/19/2006 12:02:00 PM)

    the loss of innocence, the comparative metaphors. Such a clever piece, Sean. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 7, 2010


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