• The Organic Poet

In a Bray Car Park - @edepaor

Updated: Apr 12

The people here routinely gift each other


the leftover of their parking tickets.


I learn this in the two hours I spend


locked out by too-keen electronics,


awaiting delivery of a spare car key.


The sky is a cauldron of grey


stretching to mauve at the western end.


I was never here enough before to notice


how the mountains cup the town in a neat well,


the sea a petrol blanket draping the midground,


deceptively still.


Three people ask if I need help.


Two offer coffee.


The very first I approach hands me her phone,


unquestioningly.


The jobs I thought I had today,


reel off like kite strings snagged on gulls.


My new job is to watch, be watched,


glad of the warming stretch


in my olive green cardigan cuffs.


Name: Eilín de Paor


Place of Residence: Dublin, Ireland


Your Favourite Quote: “What if our bodies were transparent, like a washing-machine window? How wondrous to watch ourselves. Joggers would jog even harder, blood pumping away. Lovers would love more. God damn! Look at that semen go! Diets would improve – kiwi fruit and strawberries, borscht with sour cream.” Lucia Berlin


Your one wish for the world: That we embrace the concept of universal design: creating spaces and society in ways that include rather than exclude.

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