The Bull Wall
The Bull Wall took her
Dublin Bay’s great protector
It gave us Dollymount Strand
But stole a life
Frozen legs up
Purple, woollen coat
Ahh the eyes
I covered her up
Fat man father ran the Bull Wall
No dad can see this
Rugby tackled a whaling man
Too much for him
Too much for all
Why and why an why
They never end
What ifs and coulds and shoulds
From Bull Wall to Ballygarrett
Fresh grave dug
She had been the first
Now there are four
The name that bore ache
Of a young life lost
A soul to beautiful for this realm
Quiet
Kind
Expected nothing
Except maybe small kindnesses returned
The peat fire burns in The Anchor Bar
Stories told
Sullen eyes
Quiet nods
The end is empty
It was all those years ago
There’s moss on her grave
The sea has forgotten
I cannot
I walk the Bull Wall from time to time
And look at the vastness of the sea
And always I ask
Why


Wow I love your poetry