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Monaco-Poem by John Doyle
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Art by Ann Marie Rhiel 2017



by John Doyle



She observes us for

brief snippets of time,

time something she anchors like wand,


her face reflects

George VI, Onassis, and 1950s mob-built hotels,

her maiden smile uttered


beneath the waves of under-chilled wine,

John and me resist the urge to swear;

and her colors gleam through heralds,


a coat of arms tanned on rocks

near Eze; she speaks of horses

groomed in youth,


Bertie Windsor’s smile unfurled

from idyll-praised brogue;

"Monaco," she tells us


"was nothing ‘til the mafia came,

the palace was full of weeds

and Grace Kelly was an Irish girl's name"


Monaco—as we stand

ocean blue

charters her navy-tanned veins,


she listens through

chimes of glasses almost-full;

we rummage through our lives, what stories could we possibly tell?




John Doyle is from County Kildare, Ireland. He has been writing for just over 2 years now (the period from 1995–2000 inclusive, and the two periods in 2007, and 2008, he does not count, as he feels everything he wrote in those days was garbage), and since then (February 2015, that is), he has been published in Ireland, the U.K., and the U.S.A., including The Galway Review, A New Ulster, Clockwise Cat, In Between Hangovers, and Ink, Sweat & Tears, to name a few.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2017