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
Caught
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.
Baffled
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.
Stoned
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.
Turmoil
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
Damien B. Donnelly 
Nice rhythm and flow. I’m traveling to Paris next year, your poem has stoked the flames 😉
Well thank you! Keep me updated of your plans and I can let you into the secrets of the city, damien
Thank you for the offer, my friend. I will keep you posted.
The spirit of revolution or the failings of the revolutions? There’s a strong sense of indecision and unease in this one.
They’ve been the companions of the past few months too!
There’s too much happening in your world, Damien. You need a holiday. Another, real one.
Well once the solicitor finds my displaced inheritance a holiday is at the top of the list, believe me! A long one! Alone!
Like that is it? I thought you weren’t going to be doing things alone any more.
Well that was the hope but that hope is currently ‘missing in action’! So months of no internet, no tv, a courier company who stole my mobile phone, a solicitor in Ireland transferring a big amount of my money into someone else’s account due to some email fraud in their office and now the police are trying to solve it and until then I get nothing and then a burglary and a partner whose gone silent!!! I’m not sure what to deal with when! Thankfully the year is almost over!
What a catalogue of disasters! I didn’t realise it was that bad. Is it the gardai that are onto the fraud? Where does your partner live? I assume it’s not in Paris. Poor you. I’m not surprised you can’t wait for 2017 to be over.
The gardai are on it but from the solicitors side so I get no input or real info just told to wait! My partner does live in Paris, not far away at all, but seems to be staying away currently! No idea what’s the deal there!
It will all be okay soon 🤞 🤗🤗
I’d take the bull by the horns and ask him what he’s playing at. You can do it nicely.
Oh gosh, Damien. I didn’t know you were facing such a litany of horrible disasters. I hope your Teddy is still there! Wow, and you’ve been ghosted, too? Who would do that? He’s a jerk–unless he’s trying to reach you on your stolen phone or through your nonexistent Internet service. In any case, hugs!
On the plus side–good poem, and I like how you connect Helen’s Paris and yours. 🙂
Thanks Merril. Appreciate the hugs. Actually it was the solicitor in Ireland who was ghosted, seemingly! I have enough ghosts but Sebastian, my teddy, is right beside me and gives good hugs! ☺️🤗🤗😘
🙂
seduction or abduction…those borderlines can be confusing. Hoping all falls into its right place soon! (K)
Thank you my dear Kerfe 🤗🤗