Poetry Forum

Lisdoonvarna
sits in the heart of County Clare --
tell me, now, have you been there?

"Lucka-sheela-muck-da-catcher-fein"
sounds like Irish.
But it is not Irish.

Say that in a pub
in Lisdoonvarna
down in the heart of County Clare.

The jukebox stops
(they don't have them anyway)
dread silence drops.

Eyes rise over spectacles.
The dark peaty pints
hover before trembling lips.

"Cha kyall cadar shin?"
sounds like Irish.
It might be Irish.

You say, "Shah, ish misha".
They say, holy fuck.
Welcome home.

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(for Dave)

The invisible jukebox
revives. The Hucklebuck
invades our lives.

I enjoyed this....best line for me is; The jukebox stops ,dread silence drops.

Tried googling the gobbledegook...could'nt find any reference...

This is really good Dedalus,

you've managed to convey a short period of time with suspense and accuracy.

I really enjoyed this. Very quirky.

I like....

'sounds like Irish
but it's not Irish'

then later

'Sounds like Irish
Could be Irish'

The way you convey this is really good

Jack

Do the hucklebuck! Yeah, do it!

Isn't Lisdoonvarna a Christy Moore song as well? (And a music festival?)

The return of the prodigal son? ("Yes, it's me", I think, is what he finally says.) And yep, it all sounds like Irish to me.

Fun, Bren.

First and second question -- yes (also the town used to be a marriage mart for local farmers) and, third question, yes, that's exactly what it means! The other bits are cod Irish which sound an awful lot like the real thing. Wasn't it you, Dave, was telling me about the Hucklebuck all those many moons ago?