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Monday, 6 October 2014

MERGE AND BLUR

After studying an old photograph of a 1920s Belfast grim street scene.

A nailed-up sign on a flaking door:
"AN EVICTED TENANT'S HOUSE. LET NO ONE TAKE IT" 
emphasised by a childish skull and crossbones effort.

Curfew. Streets silent. Deserted.
Shadows betray rules, bent and broken.
Aged flags and bunting, ragged and flapping wildly,
Warning effigies dangling from windows,
a night of signs, spooks, whistling winds and fear of arrest or the Reaper.

Sunrise.  

The misery is illuminated as it jostles with business as usual.
Some days are endless tunnels dark as night.

The abnormal and normal merge and blur like hopeless eyesight.

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