Swamped in Memory
by Mairéad McGrath
They hammered down the door.
Not a stick of furniture left
Undisturbed.
On that road every door was closed
Against them.
Except.
The drawing room of two old ladies
Open.
I am swamped in memory.
Reproduced with kind permission of the author. This poem was composed in Poetry as Commemoration workshops held at The Pearse Museum, Dublin, in October 2022. The workshops were led by writer Kevin McDermott.