Dublin, Double, Doubt - Marcella Boccia

By: MARCELLA BOCCIA
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  • "Dublin, Double, Doubt" is a poetry collection by Marcella Boccia that delves into the mystique and duality of Dublin, Ireland. Through vivid imagery, the poems explore the themes of doubt, memory, history, and identity, while celebrating Ireland’s cultural richness and emotional depth. Each piece is a lyrical journey across Dublin's cobblestones, Galway’s winds, and the timeless echoes of Ireland’s resilient spirit. Perfect for readers who seek a poetic reflection on place, self, and the whispers of the past.
    2024
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  • The Cliffs shall call

    The Cliffs shall call
    Jan 14 2025
    The Cliffs shall call

    Beneath
    the heavens’ gray embrace
    Where winds of sorrow
    carve the space
    The Cliffs of Moher
    rise austere
    A throne where silence
    claims the seer
    Their jagged edges
    cold and vast
    Hold whispers
    of the lives that passed
    Each soul that leaned
    to meet the gale
    To glimpse
    below the ocean’s veil
    And there
    where earth and sky collide
    Where time itself dares
    not reside
    A perfect death
    seems softly sown
    A plunge into the great unknown
    No cries
    no chains to hold me fast
    No echoes
    of the shadowed past
    Just wind and wave
    a final breath
    A quiet fall
    a lover’s death
    I’d join
    the murmurs of the sea
    Its ancient hymn enfolding me
    To drift with tides
    to ebb and flow
    To leave this weighted world
    below
    The cliffs shall call
    their song so sweet
    A melody
    where fate may meet
    For in their grasp
    there is release
    A fleeting fall
    eternal peace
    Would Yeats have dreamed
    of such an end?
    Where sea and rock
    and spirits blend?
    I hear the call
    its mournful tone
    And long to make
    that leap my own
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    2 mins
  • To drift beneath the arches

    To drift beneath the arches
    Jan 14 2025
    To drift beneath the arches

    Beneath O’Connell’s
    steadfast span
    I stand and feel
    the river’s plan
    Its gentle pull
    its ceaseless song
    To carry
    the restless heart along
    What if I leapt, a whisper
    a sigh
    To join the Liffey
    as it winds by
    Through arches bent
    by time and stone
    Where Dublin’s soul
    has long been sown?
    Bridge by bridge
    its waters call
    A Viking’s ghost
    in its rise and fall
    To the sea that cradled
    their sturdy prows
    And kissed the shores
    where their honor bows
    The tide would take me
    far
    away
    Beyond where sunlight
    greets the day
    To melt
    into the ocean’s breast
    And find
    at last eternal rest
    No trace
    no shadow left behind
    Just flowing waters
    undefined
    Dublin would
    forget my name
    Yet I’d be part
    of its endless frame
    Oh city born
    of blackened pool
    Where tides are fierce
    yet strangely cool
    Take me now
    beneath your streams
    And let me fade
    in timeless dreams
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    2 mins
  • Jealous of the cup

    Jealous of the cup
    Jan 14 2025
    Jealous of the cup

    Oh fragile porcelain
    you daring thief
    You steal what I can
    only dream to keep
    Your warmth caresses
    where I long to dwell
    Your kiss
    a secret you’ll never tell
    You touch his lips
    so soft
    so fair
    And linger
    where my heart would dare
    You cradle his breath
    his whispered sighs
    While I remain
    in longing’s disguise
    Each sip he takes
    a lover’s vow
    And I
    an outsider
    wonder how
    A lifeless cup
    could hold such grace
    Could taste the soul
    I cannot trace
    The steam
    that rises meets his gaze
    A fleeting veil
    a fleeting haze
    Yet even that
    I envy still
    For it touches him
    against my will
    Oh foolish heart
    why ache so much?
    For lips
    you’ll never truly touch?
    Yet still
    I pine
    my longing steeped
    For love that’s his
    but never reaped
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    2 mins

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