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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.

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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!

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Graham Sherwood

Thu 17th Aug 2023 09:35

Perfect for its brevity. No need to say more. Concisely clear!

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Greg Freeman

Thu 17th Aug 2023 08:24

Remember where I was when this happened. On holiday near St Tropez, of all places. Highly recommend the recent BBC series Once Upon a Time in Northern Ireland. Well crafted poem, John. The first, apparently mundane detail, "The Vauxhall Cavalier", drew me in.

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John Gilbert Ellis

Wed 16th Aug 2023 18:50

Based on ‘Ireland’ by Paul Muldoon and eye witness words from the time of the Omagh bombing in 1998. 25th anniversary this week.

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