ABANDONED SPACE: THE POLICE STATION
There is a riot beyond the chain-link fence
bedding is scattered wildly about
and the Sting, planned carefully
by Nettle is out of control.
Lassoing summer’s cold blue moon
a Climber has gained the perimeter—
wraps the barred windows about
with trumpeting billows.
They catch on hidden barbs like mouths,
warning shadows that leap and fall
of careless sprites around
the rockery and wall.
The Pond, who took no active part
reclines unmoved, but just now
her face caught a trick
of the light.
It beats on the dark glass, chilling
smoky Woodbine curling up,
and Ivy turns to drink
her poisoned cup.
Marguerite Doyle is from Dublin’s northside and is interested in exploring her native city and its surroundings as the poetic space. She has also travelled widely, and this influences her work. She graduated from Dublin City University in 2020 with an MA in Creative Writing. Marguerite was longlisted for the Desmond O’Grady International Poetry Prize in 2020.