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Image by Ben Griffiths


with the martello journal

Flowers at the Gate

by eoin roger

He was in my school, a year
or two above me, around my sister’s age.
No doubt she would have told me.
All I ever saw of it were flowers

tied with ribbon to the gate,
wilted, browning, their wrapping
worn but bright enough
to catch my eye.

The farmer must have sold the field,
Today the gate and hedge are gone,
and clean rows of bright new homes
stand happily in sunlight.

In front of the busy playground
a lone ash stands, sole souvenir
of a quieter road where trees grew
dense and shadows lingered closer
than one young man could stand.

Eoin Rogers is a graduate of the NUI Galway MA in Writing. His work has appeared in Poetry Ireland Review, Cois Coiribe, 2 Meter Review, and on the RTÉ Culture site. In 2018 he was selected the Cúirt International Festival of Literature mentorship programme and in 2020 was highly commended for the Cúirt New Writing Prize. In 2020 he was selected to participate in the Stinging Fly Summer School and in 2021 received a Words Ireland Mentorship. He lives in Dublin.

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