Wednesday, 18 July 2012

Leaves on the track


Clearly the Victorians

were proud

of their trains,

so they invested

to make them faster

and more mysterious,
 
seamless snakes

of love and murder,

platforms of denial,

where tears

became agents of deceit

and petered lists

of unknown destinations

coughed names

of crooked despair.


© Maurice Devitt


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.

3 comments:

  1. I liked this very much Maurice.

    Simple and haunting!

    David Subacchi

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  2. Thanks very much for the feedback David......haunting is a good word for the feeling I was trying to capture, that feeling we used to get from black and white movies set in Victorian train stations.
    Maurice.

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  3. Oh, the vapors of mystery and longing! I love this poem.

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