The Emerald Isle Herself

The Emerald Isle Herself
by Romina Ramos

I came for love but stayed for the island.
Those were the greenest eyes I have ever
swam in but by fuck they were the coldest.

The friendliest townsfolk, well sure after
three rounds with a stout lady before lunch
any man would seem like a pal to ya.

I have sat underneath Ha’penny bridge
smoking joints as the Liffey swelled with
tourist’s thoughts. How poor it must be.

The northern coast, world famous and
magnificent but troubled and undivided.
Dark volcanic rocks separate war and water.

I came for love but left for the island.
I could not fill its pint glass with my words
found myself only drinking from it instead.

By Romina Writes

She/Her Made In Portugal Based in Manchester, UK Bilingual BA Creative Writing @ UoB Poet/Fiction Writer/Freelance Editor Sub-editor for The Bolton Review issues 7 & 8. 'Half Moon' selected for The New Writing Showcase 2019. ‘Trouble’ and ‘If I Knew Then What I Know Now’ selected for The New Writing Showcase 2020.

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