Displacement, a poem by Maurice Devitt

For another day we hold ourselves safe –
fresh chalk mark on the kitchen wall –

and every time we hear the phone ring,
are slow to pick up,

wait in the scotched silence
for the first words of family or friend,

hoping they will complain about the boredom,
queues in the supermarkets,

and not falter when they name
someone we know.

Bio & Link

Winner of the Poems for Patience Poetry Competition, his debut collection ‘Growing Up in Colour’ is published by Doire Press.

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Lovely haunting feeling Maurice

Lovely piece Maurice, really captures the mood,

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