Driving through Midleton to visit Advanced Pitstop Tyre Services… my man challenged me to write a poem while I waited for them to change our tyres.
So I did. This is exactly how I wrote it, in about 20 minutes, with minimal editing. What do you think?
Illustration © TASWasteManagementReview
Smooth Skin Off Old Cork road, turning into Midleton stacks of life-saving re-treads have Buckley’s chance of reliving their youth. Discarded tyres lay stop-piled high; like Auschwitz bodies deflated, black, aged-old wheel-rings have reached the end and their final journey. Unlined rubber circles, low profile cushions await disposal; melting erasure – incineration. Their job is complete - no longer needed. The largest lay prepared, neatly size-stacked, ready and resigned, proudly age un-marked claiming their fair share of the dumping ground. Smaller circles know their place, are thrown haphazardly because they’ve lost their grip; swallowed by take-over tyrants, larger than they are. Tractor workhorses are content to rest, miles-tired, worn out, knowing they don’t count because the speedy don’t care – don’t notice how many lines are missing. Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003
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