Rathmines, I.

I heard your name
When I came
In October 2017,
Resounding like an industrial mystery
Through livid Dublin sky.

There is something about you, a sensation like
The Jewellery Quarter on a quiet day
And the narrow side-ways of Wolverhampton town centre, peeking passages lined with rusty brickwork,
With a hint of Bedford Falls.

When I return
I will come to thee,
Pulled by the magnetic frequencies of the place that has been
Calling out its siren-song to me,
Led, unconsciously.


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