Dermot McGarthy


Atlantis - Poem by Dermot McGarthy

Atlantis

Silhouettes of humanity mingle freely here,
The past to cherish, the present to fear.
History is their ringmaster, cracking the whip,
Across wardrobes of dried in stained mahogany,
Across a kitchen table, an archaic wooden drawer in its centre,
Across beds, that living septuagenarians were born in,
Across a giant dishevelled armchair,
Transported on the back of a Bedford, in the year of the big snow.

A gaping chest of drawers, cumbersome and heavy,
Tilting slightly, like a punch-drunk boxer,
Reveals images in black and white,
Of weddings and, newspaper cuttings, from a previous century.
These minions of cherished memories,
Refusing to depart their stubborn perch,
Bound tightly around the heart,
Of one, who will not let them go.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A person frozen in time.

Comments about Atlantis by Dermot McGarthy

  • Gold Star - 7,075 Points Hazel Durham (3/28/2013 10:42:00 AM)

    Living in the past is brought to life in a wonderful way that I can see and breathe this persons world of comfort so vividly!
    Powerful, mesmerizing write! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013



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