imprisoned

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

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