Poem: Transported

Transported
© Orla Grant-Donoghue

I glimpse her vibrant winter coat as she stands at the Red Line
For a tram that will arrive in three minutes time.

Decades ago, a woman in a different shaded coat waits
For the 77 bus that’s often late.

Around their feet, a biting wind swirls the same,
They glance towards the mountains from whence it came.

The modern traveller finds a seat in the warm tram
Clutching her shopping, feeling a wave of calm.

The passenger from the grey, distant past is chilled to the bone.
Decides shopping must wait and heads home.

They’ll never be able to meet for a walk
Around the shops in the Square, have coffee. Talk.

They might have been friends. Shared hopes. Dreams.
Bought clothes, make-up. The latest face creams.

Alas, they’re both rooted in their own place and time,
Unable to cross paths, without help from Einstein.

Published in Circle & Square. Edited by Eileen Casey

Poem: The Buddha Line

© Orla Grant

The train departs every hour
It goes in one direction
Your ticket’s ready for collection.

Detach,
Detach,
Detach.

Leave all your baggage at home
Pack some rose-tinted specs,
Sit back; chant a few OMs.

Detach,
Detach,
Detach.

Each station will be a different year
Watch your life on a movie reel
Separate memories from how you feel.

Detach,
Detach,
Detach.

You can’t alter what you see
But you can change the way you feel
The past has no power over you.

So
Detach,
Detach,
Detach.

Poem inspired by Salvador Dali’s “Down the Rabbit Hole”

Inspired by Salvador Dali’s painting “Down the Rabbit Hole” Image from the William Bennett Modern Art Gallery.

© Orla Grant

Act 1: Faint Hues

Blue tint of falling tears
soak the canvas in muddy blue.

Burnt orange of earth
mixes with white,
Unsure of what to become.

Like shadows made by an unseen hand,
Faint pencil lines reveal form
where all is in the eye of beholders.

Act 2: The Curtain Draws

Earth flies past,
A rabbit leaps,
a little girl falls
down
and down
to a place where there’s no light.

Her breath slows,
She casts her dreams into the wide open,
blinks and stares,
waiting to be lit by magic.

Act 3: A New World

Nothing makes sense in
this dream-like world
Where rabbits talk and
mushrooms beckon.

The little girl skips along,
Her breath slows,
Her heart beat quickens.
She grows,
She shrinks.
She
Takes
It
All
In.