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Break In
SOM (A Thursday,1987 / Tiobraid Arann)

Break In

Poem By Seán O Muiríosa

The ladder was located conveniently in the lane
As the neighbours had foreseen some work.
It then placed to our side wall, up and over,
Down onto the wheelie bins, an easy land.
Are these physical structures nothing?

The intruders had breached the membrane
Of something not easily made. And there,
In a yard of my childhood they dared walk
Over tarmac where I played football, as
An imaginary football star, under an orange sun.

The lock of the door was easily cut out in the end.
Slickly opened into our back hallway
Where my young sister had once played
With the dogs on the smooth stone tiles,
As happy as a child should be, eternally.

That hall; a place of argument with my mother;
The route to the rest of our current lives;
Our business only, until –
Gates scaled, door smashed; all quite so eerie,
And too simple – until the detectors did their job.

A start forward like the sudden break of tyres
On a slimy and uncertain road; necks
Strained forward from beds. Something’s wrong
When amusing dreams end so sharply
With ringing, loud ringing. An alarming saviour.

They fled.

The house I professed to hate so plainly at first;
You have to laugh, even a forced one.
Any will do when such a matter comes into view:
How clearly we see in the dark sweat of night.
Well, that’s something, after all.

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Comments (3)

I liked this Sean. the fact that you described each place of the house shows how much you appreciate and love your home and how memories is attached to it.. Quite scary experience though to find out in the middle of the night that there are thieves in the house.. I hope that everything is ok now. HBH
You really expressed the feeling of being invaded that so many feel when there has been a break-in. Your images are clear, not cliche, and so your poem takes on this heavy picture. Good job. Raynette
This is intriguing, Sean. Your descriptions put me right there. Joy