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.
