The Smell of Memories

Posted on November 11, 2014

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St Canice's Cathedral and Round Tower, Kilkenny, Ireland

St Canice’s Cathedral and Round Tower, Kilkenny, Ireland Picture courtesy of http://www.tripadvisor.in


The smell of Welsh Rarebit wafts up the stairs
As I sit stomach rumbling on my chair
The cheese bubbling away under the grill
My mouth watering for this food still

The smell reminds of good times in Éire
Where I lived and knew who looked back in the mirror
Above a bookies did I reside
From the 3.30 at the Curragh I could not hide

I would walk down by the River Nore
The lifeblood of Kilkenny City long before
Up to Kilkenny Castle I would go
Lost in the grounds where flowers grow

Into Carpe Diem I would sit and drink
Read the paper or a book and think
In a large cellar this bar is built
Never I saw one drink ever spilt

Opposite a pub of renown called Kyeteler’s Inn
Where Alice was tried for a mortal sin
A witch was she tried for her crimes
Burnt at a stake the legend says in those times

I lived opposite St Canice’s Cathedral and Tower
From where the monks would hide from Cromwell and glower
One hundred feet high it stands proud
Although I felt sick at the top with the clouds

And then there was the smell of the Brewery near
God how I miss the Kilkenny and Smithwick’s Beer!
Even though it was Guinness I drank
Heaven sent like Beamish with grateful thanks

I miss Kilkenny so very much but had to move
For my heart yearned for something more, to sooth
The west coast is where I belong
With mountains, beaches rich in song

Back soon I go though to see family and friends
With that place my soul to make amends
For the smell of memories is within me strong
Next time I shan’t leave it so long

*First published on September 7th 2011 at 13:16 and re-edited and rewritten on 11th November 2014 at 2145

If you are interested in visiting Kilkenny then please visit the tourism site here

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