Poetry Georgian Squares by Ciaran Burke Coal hole – Mountjoy Square Coal holes in resplendent decorationa reminder of darker timeswhen sulphurus clouds would hang lowover Georgian squares in colonial lands.Now they are redundantas the empirical reignelegant existence of ornamenttread by unknowing feet.Under the murky orange glowplains throw their shadowy formson granite edged pavementscracked and wearing of pedestrian lives.The dark square rests for the eveningsecured by iron, padlock and chain,illuminated glazing overlooks,over-priced tenancies in tired gaze.Splendour of the past timepreserves for our aesthetic,problems of the presenthidden with Georgian style.-Ciaran Burke Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramLike this:Like Loading...
The Square The Square The dark lines lead the way, to carry the eye and our path follows, each one carefully laid, accurately measured, […] Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramLike this:Like Loading...
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Empty Room The strong walls we buildprotecting our private worldsvestibules of our secrecycompartments for our sanity.Rooms, communal we sharecostumed and clothed,or private places secured […] Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramLike this:Like Loading...