…keep clear parking discs on sale here bruscar any bag any bin four for twenty five euro save time money and your wardrobe with our four for twenty five euro deal shopping ormston house open sunday connoly chaps parking arthurs quay car park fox and bow the red hen to let cruises street parking patrick street the penny arcade superdry pennies pennies camicle irish hand crafters irish sale sale sale irish hand crafts stitch camicle seven sale litter any bag any bin stop limerick dog litter arthurs quay two nine two…
– Fiona Reilly
Doric or Ionic
“ Doric or Ionic was the thought I had,
about the reminants of another past time.
They intrigued me and are the welcoming smile
to all the art that hang on the walls.
They fit in with images yet hold their own when it come to glitz and glamour,
Like gods in the balcony watching over treasured gifted children.
They are painted a simple white
and flap their wings at night when no one is around.
Oh leaf , oh legend , oh dear what can the matter be,
Jonny so long at the fair.
– Kieran Carey
For the last decade, the scripted statement ‘Help The Homeless’ has been an ongoing project on the walls of the city centre by a Limerick Citizen who continues to remain anonymous. Its message is both acknowledged and rendered for Ormston House and by Street Line Critics. It was nominated by Paul Tarpey.
– Ciaran Nash
Thanks to Mary Conlon for the photo of Nelly posing with her name.
What memories linger with in these walls
What spirits visit and walk these halls
Stairs and rooms, memories from years to year
Spirit of joy and sorrow ring out in the air
Secrets, whispered from room to room
Telling of births and deaths, now silent as the tomb.
Laughter and tears mothers voices children’s calls.
Lingering memories clinging to the walls.
Empty spaces, resonating sounds.
Old familiar Ormston House, Prominent in our town.
Little do we know what secrets it holds?
While we walk on Patrick Street, we will not be told.
– Clare Glynn Chitan
she was liable to floods
she knew the gaol
(& the cathedral) well
she wove linen
she was miles of the stuff
– Julianne Knowles