Excerpt from Crane Lane

You spoke of Degas

As Christmas lights blurred gaudily

And carols grated.

Suddenly, you took my hand and we ran;

Tumbled past festively coutured mannequins

In high street windows;

Veered through a jumbled maze of tacky Cork side streets

To enter a magical, hidden dimension of the city

Where Dionysius, Aphrodite and Hecate revel,

And the Muses dwell.