UNDER PARIS, day 29 of A Month with Yeats

Day 29 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats and today’s quote is from ‘No Second Troy’

‘Why, what could she have done, being what she is?

Was there another Troy for her to burn?’—W.B. Yeats

Jane’s blog is:


My poem is called:



is the consciousness

in this constant climb

in this city of constrictions

and its current that constricts

and I can’t catch a breath.

And the barricades have broken.


by the beat

my feet can’t follow

and so I am swallowed

sinking in this city of stone swamps

and its concrete that compresses

and I can’t get a grip.

And the barricades have fallen.


is the spirit

of a soul now struggling

through these streets of revolutions

and its suburbs of no solutions

and not a single resolution.

And the barricades are weighing.


was her Troy

as this place is my poison

burning through this body of burdens

wondering if it was seduction or abduction

that imprisoned us both under Paris.

Are we to be buried

beneath this barricade?

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly