Friday, 15 June 2012

Europe, the morning after

We wake
in the itchy clothing
of defeat,

crave
the fitted suit
of success,

the easy smiles,
the seamless replay
of expectation.

Instead
we don
the cast-off clothes

of older siblings,
shuffle
in the shadows

and scour
the pockets
for crumpled bank-notes.

© Maurice Devitt

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Maurice is reading for an MA in Poetry Studies at Mater Dei, and has recently been short-listed for the Listowel Writers’ Week Poetry Collection Competition. He is working towards a first collection.

7 comments:

  1. Such a great poem, Maurice, you've tapped into a lot of Irish angst.
    I had similar thoughts myself while watching our 'defeat in Europe' last night . Good luck with Listowel Writers Week.

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    1. Thanks very much Brigid....the idea has being going around in my head for a while because of the parallels between the Euros and our economic position in Europe....we were even overtaken by Spain this week in the bailout stakes !
      Maurice

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  2. Powerful poem, reminiscent of the despair as found in Great Depression literature like Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath. If this is your usual standard, look out poet's world!

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    1. Thanks very much Ray.....just trying to convey that almost intangible emptiness in defeat but also the fact that there's always hope, one of our greatest traits.....also from a practical viewpoint trying to convey the itchy feeling when you wake in your clothes after a long day/night.
      talk soon,
      Maurice.

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  3. Powerful poem, reminiscent of the despair as found in Great Depression literature like Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath. If this is your usual standard, look out poet's world!

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  4. Strong poem,Maurice. Turn defeat into something poetic and dignified.
    Breda Wall Ryan

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    1. Thanks a lot Breda....I think the immediacy of Poetry 24 pushes us to capture perishable feelings before they dissipate.
      Talk soon,
      Maurice.

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