Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

Rookie (8 November 1968 / Dublin Ireland)

Snow In Dublin - Poem by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

You can keep your snow-capped mountains
I can pass
on fields of virgin white.
The real power of snow is seen
on chimney stacks and pavements,
perfection silhouetted against a city skyline.
Ice on the locks
of the Canal;
Prim herbaceous borders
flaunting feather boas of powdered frost
sequined like housewives at christmas.
Children freed from board and desk
run amok. Good oldfashioned amok.
There are no smells to rival
your neighbour's breakfast
cooking on a snowy morning.
Skies of leaden foreboding,
offset by central heating and
curried chips.
The fleeting pathos of a snow day
the knife-edge balance of work and
roads too snowbound for traffic
O! the thrill.
You can keep vistas of grandeur
nothing beats the slow and stately grace
of the 46A sailing past, unable to stop
on brakes too far gone for snowy roads.


Comments about Snow In Dublin by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

  • (3/30/2006 6:35:00 AM)


    What a beautiful word painting! I love snow anywhere, but it seems to be especially invitating in Dublin..

    Kindest regards,

    Sandra Fowler
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 30, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 5, 2006


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