Small terraced windows
squinting eyes
behind curtains netted
faces onto the street
to snare a fresh gossip
smeared by a bad mind
carelessly harming
him or her

play – staged a small street
a clean name…linen hall

brought to the edge
of the gutter
that took away most
of the hurtful debris

somehow
a scar remained
on the unblemished
blemished

(c) Copyright 2016 Bob Shakeshaft

I began writing in 2004 following a creative writers course, given by a local poet Enda Coyle Green. Since then I have been an avid attendee at the Dublin open mic scene.

Several of my poems have appeared in anthologies, the most recent are, and Agamemnon dead, and a New Ulster for National poets day. I have also read on several Radio stations, Liffey FM. Dublin sounds FM. and Kildare FM. I am working on a Manuscript presently.

This poem was inspired by my wife’s recalling of life on the street where she grew up.” – Bob