Fiction, Photography, Poetry

Courtyard by Tom Lawlor



spitting distance away

from tired junkie streets;

beneath the winding

clotted veins, beyond

calcified back-alleys –

ground floor sanctuary sits

in a spoilt courtyard

of broken glass.

watching intently

from a raised stony bed,

the stern disapproving

eyes of the mother

offers a distant

monasterial embrace.

Tom Lawlor is a first-year student of English and Creative Writing. If you’d like to read more of his work, check out his blog:


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