Cork street photography during Covid by John Tangney
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From Back the Bank at Latchford’s Mill
To pass the trout filled waters still
Above the cliff the market deals
Where farmers grip and purchase seal
See how Tae Lane can pierce the flow
A spear into its middle goes
An ugly wound to spread the bile
Murk the bank on the Island side
See the footbridge taking shape
Through buttresses the waters break
Below the castle’s long shadow
A fearsome hold of years ago
Memory takes the journey back
To wriggling pools where eel fry pack
Where every fistful feels alive
In some electric pulse to thrive
To silver pools where with curved hands
To cage white trout between our palms
Beneath that bridge break waters flow
Salmon circle in wait to go
Past Poilin deep a place to swim
To Corporals a race to win
Along green banks in shine or rain
Where children once played children’s games
Among the tree lined banks to walk
Hear silence now where once was talk
To mix memory and desire
And see the Big Bridge come alive
Giant centipede on stone cut feet
Arching ‘til the keystones meet
Along the river to feel free
Be happy as happy can be
Between the banks, along the flow
The teaming waters, the silver glow.
John Fitzgerald
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When Money was Money
Do you remember £sd? Our pre decimal currency was made up of pounds, shillings and pence There were 12 pence in a shilling and 20 shillings in a pound. Our children dont know how lucky they are. Computing with decimal coins is so much easier. God be with the bad old days.
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