Chris McDonnell: No Room at the Inn

No room at the inn

Then

plenty of straw. And contented stock.

A woman in blue a man leaning on a staff,

well-lit, neat and tidy

with a baby wrapped in white.

Star-lit

Familiar.

                                           Now

Scattered rocks, twisted iron

A man in a sweatshirt and 

A woman in a shawl watch over an infant

Wrapped in a keffiyeh amid dust of plaster

And hanging drapes, the aftermath of attack

This troubled, turbulent year.

Similar Posts

Séamus Ahearne: “I don’t want to live in a world where remote controls rule. I want to live with my ears unplugged so that they can hear the music of the earth, with my eyes ranging beyond the bewitching screen.” (Soul singing – Hugh O’Donnell).

Blog
0 Comments

Those were the days, my friend: Mikhail Gorbachev has died. Glasnost. Perestroika. Rapprochement. Are recalled. Even if official Moscow TV suggests that Gorbachev had a too romantic view of the…

Join the Discussion

Keep the following in mind when writing a comment

  • Your comment must include your full name, and email. (email will not be published). You may be contacted by email, and it is possible you might be requested to supply your postal address to verify your identity.
  • Be respectful. Do not attack the writer. Take on the idea, not the messenger. Comments containing vulgarities, personalised insults, slanders or accusations shall be deleted.
  • Keep to the point. Deliberate digressions don't aid the discussion.
  • Including multiple links or coding in your comment will increase the chances of it being automati cally marked as spam.
  • Posts that are merely links to other sites or lengthy quotes may not be published.
  • Brevity. Like homilies keep you comments as short as possible; continued repetitions of a point over various threads will not be published.
  • The decision to publish or not publish a comment is made by the site editor. It will not be possible to reply individually to those whose comments are not published.