Jan 2019
NO. 31 O'HIGGINS ROAD, CURRAGH CAMP, CO. KILDARE.
I climb a stair
that isn't there
stand on a landing
in mid-air
each step I take
creates the next part
of the vanished house
lost to time
as see through
as a cartoon ghost.
This was
(still is) for me
No. 31
O'Higgins Road
my world
the universe of me.
What was once
my bedroom...is now a cloud
a window
become a moon
night and its storm
sit in our living room
a bird tiptoes
down the stair
flying through
nine year old me
reaching for the light switch
to turn on
what isn't there.
I climb a stair
that isn't there
stand on a landing
in mid-air
each step I take
creates the next part
of the vanished house
lost to time
as see through
as a cartoon ghost.
This was
(still is) for me
No. 31
O'Higgins Road
my world
the universe of me.
What was once
my bedroom...is now a cloud
a window
become a moon
night and its storm
sit in our living room
a bird tiptoes
down the stair
flying through
nine year old me
reaching for the light switch
to turn on
what isn't there.
It's just an empty muddy space now...no one could guess all the life that was lived there...but in my mind the house is still alive and goes on living despite its death.
