Belfast at night
A love letter to the city I call home
Recumbent at your side, a drowsy vigil Black and Divis keep
Over glistening, glowing yellow streets; giants in the dark, asleep.
Blue-black ink flows from far beyond the city’s sight,
Serpentine Lagan separates your east, bisects the lights.
Refusing to be put asunder, the eastern bank of much import
Is sutured back with iron stitches; two queens and a consort.
Rising from the chalice of the Squire, the Farset’s course
Wends wistfully beneath our feet, forgotten life-blood source.
And where these veins converge to flow as one into the sea,
Your harbour opens up its lungs to breathe in life from dock and quay.
