Poetry and Performance

Participants explore various aspects of writing poetry with experienced writers, including song lyrics and spoken word.

Dublin in the Coming Times

By Páraic MacLochlainn. Rita Byrne and Rachel Smyth (2016)

Dublin is a place of craic –     

The talking kind,

Not the smack.


By Tara, Alice, Áine and Colton (2016)

a memory fills me

and I think so much has changed

quiet now, but not always

Ballad of Baile Átha Cliath

By Keiran Morrissey-Fernandez, Lee Russell, Sorcha Farrell and Ena Harrigan (2016)

Dublin, through the cloudy sunrise

Burns another day

And over a million pair of eyes

Find their coming ways

The Dublin That We Know

By Grace Dolan, Oisín Wallace, Elias Dempsey, Caoilinn Hackett, Rachel Thornton (2016)

Sprawling outwards or rising up so

The city can find new ways to evolve and grow

Will it still be the Dublin that we know?

The Pin

By Tara Byrne (2016)

the pin – lying on the floor

me – passing by the door

you – probably really bored

After the Last day of School

By Rita Byrne (2016)

The library was very quiet – unusually. Most days there’s more noise and students chattering. I was alone for the librarian had for left. For a minute or two. And the silence droned on as I picked up a book. In the book a girl visits her Mom’s friends and her two sons. 

A Poem For Jerry Frigid

By Rachel Thornton (2016)

A Poem For Jerry

Four weeks ago, I get a call from Annie’s mother in law. She wonders if I got the invitation she sent in June

I know the wedding is a little soon, she says, 

but  if you could find the time Annie heard you’re a great writer


By Rachel Smyth (2016)

This feeling is creeping from my





By Páraic MacLochlainn (2016)

I’m supposed to learn from this mug, but his class is something I’m not going 2 let slide Really, is he even qualified.

You supposed to have a degree, but he ain’t got none,he stands there and sticks some dough in a nut like Homer Simpson.

When he tries to stand up to students and act like a hard lad, he shows less movement then the statue of Lard lad.