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.