Poems by Robin McNamara : “Here in the Woods” & “Sandpaper of Shame”

Here in the Woods

It’s true; that those were your words 
As weak as moonbeams
—Not enough, 
To light a fire of dawn.

In Devil’s darkness 
In the woods.
Colours faded to Monochrome.

Mysterious woman 
In black. 
Holding the urn of a poet’s ashes.

A riderless carriage passes on by.

Sandpaper of Shame

I live in the skeletal remains of you. O city.
My ancestral ghosts blow across the quay.
My soul folds into recession. O God.
Welfare Nation scrapes sandpaper 
Of shame across my face. O Hell.
Locked shops, become commercial coffins. 
I fold into the couch in oblivion. O pity. 

Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Robin McNamara

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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