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: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com
My poem is called: UNDER PARIS
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