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. 

Bio: Robin McNamara has over 145 poems published worldwide in America, Canada, Ireland and in the UK with Versification, Pink Plastic House, Daily Drunk, Full House Literary Magazine, Dream Journal, Second Chance Lit, Literary Heist & Ephemeral Elegies. A regular contributor to Poetry Ireland and Black Bough Poetry poetry prompts. Robin’s forthcoming debut chapbook, Under A Mind’s Staircase, published by Hedgehog Poetry Press, UK is available to purchase now at: https://robinmcpoet.com/

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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