This is a poem I wrote a few years ago and along with others I will put them on this blog.
Walking along market street
tracing my eyes over the stout
emulsion buildings, filled with glass
reflecting the modern footpaths
horrors of the past send shivers
up and down my spine.
I do grieve, for the old town
corner shops and worn faces replaced by
glossed faced superstores, bidding for custom
offering self assemble goods at 50% off.
Along Bridge Street, greasy Jim’s is now
Speedy Frys fast food outlet
Mc Dowel Butchers, chopped into a
coffee bar full of Lattés and tortilla wraps
frequented by suited customers
as orderly as their laptops.
The family chemist were Sue knew as much as the doctor
and almost as much as the weekly news,
has re-opened as A Drug Store, everyone wears white
and plays store detective.
The factory remains still
In desperate need of a refill
machines fazed as did lives when the hammer fell
And the golden gates closed.
Teenagers gorge on modified burgers
In pricey coloured boxes.
part of me surrounded by
permanent pouts and rare chit-chat.
Re-generation they call it.
- Aine MacAodha
- Omagh, North Ireland, Ireland
- Writer/poet,avid photographer with a great interest in Celtic Myths, Mysticism, crystal healing, orbs in photography, Chemtrails, the sky above and the beauty in the Irish landscape . I live in Omagh North of Ireland where the Sperrin Mountains are my inspiration in any season. I have three poetry books published titled 'Where the Three Rivers Meet' and 'Guth An Anam ~Voice of The Soul and my latest Published by Lapwing Press Belfast, 'Landscape of self'~ You can find my links at top of my blog.
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