Winter Roses
Winter roses Brittle..
Petal drops begun
Fading out Majestic
Basked in Frosted sun.
Martin McDonnell 2015
Experimental mixture of photo print, crayon and paint. Both the poem and the image were inspired by each other.
Winter Roses
Winter roses Brittle..
Petal drops begun
Fading out Majestic
Basked in Frosted sun.
Martin McDonnell 2015
Experimental mixture of photo print, crayon and paint. Both the poem and the image were inspired by each other.
Ink, marker and white pencil on rough handmade paper
The returning
The roundabout is missing
A new college
Shops are similar
I see the bank is open again
Electricity wires still slice the horizon
The air is the same
No one I know though
Our ghosts seem gone too
This school that
Didn’t hate me
But was unaware we existed
Looks smaller now
This concrete we coveted
Devoid of our repaired soles
Streets devoid of our hearts
We were laughing in the smog
We tagged, kicked,
Fought, ran.
Fearing and proud
We were cut and healed here.
That last day we left
We stood waved to the camera
Smiled, and wiped our eyes
The traffic lights are much better now though.
Martin McDonnell (2014)