Omagh, Ireland, 1998
The Vauxhall Cavalier
parked in the gap,
but gently ticked over,
while police shifted people
nearer the attack,
an unintended blunder.
You wonder
if the troubles are done,
but men hurrying back
across fields
to a waiting vehicle,
aren’t two lovers on the run.
Peace gone again,
another letdown.
An unearthly bang,
an eeriness,
a darkness,
come over the town.
John Gilbert Ellis
Thu 17th Aug 2023 12:06
Thank you Graham and Greg for your comments.
This was an expansion of Paul Muldoon’s hyper edited poem ‘Ireland’. For once going the other way from edit, edit, edit!