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© Vivienne Kearns

One of the exciting and rewarding aspects of being in a writers’ group is the community projects in which you can become involved. Looking back at 2015 it was a great opportunity to be included in ‘Circle & Square,’ a collection of short stories and poems, which celebrated the 25th anniversary of The Square shopping centre in Tallaght, Dublin, Ireland.

The publication was edited by Eileen Casey and was published by Fiery Arrow Press. The collection includes a host of acclaimed writers such as Dermot Bolger, Paula Meehan, Mia Gallagher, Ferdia McAnna, Geraldine Mills, Martin Dyar, Mary Guckian, Louise Phillips and Kevin Power, as well as members of the Platform One writers’ group. ‘Circle & Square’ is available for sale at Easons in The Square, Tallaght. 

Circe & Square

Below are the two poems that were included from Sanditon Press.

Cinema Night 

© Vivienne Kearns

(i)

She sits and waits and thinks of things to do.
What and why and how to say.

Her coffee, black and strong,
reels a swirl of abstract rhythm.

A paper ticket lies hidden in her pocket,
she scans his look for expectation,

then smiles and thinks of things to do.
What and why and how to say.

(ii)

She sits and waits and thinks of things to do.
What and why and how to say.

Her coffee, black and strong,
swirls a reel of abstract rhythm.

A paper ticket lies hidden in her pocket.
Time fades her hope of brief liaison.

She stands and scans the foyer
and thinks to do of things.
How and what and why to say.


Transported

© Orla 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.