Montmartre [Poetry]

This is a poem by DS Maolalai.


like a river

over rocks.

I’m told

nobody pushed me and 

that I didn’t say 

anything, just went over,

slowly as a tree tipping

and fast shattered branches, 


when I came to the steps and stumbled 

there was blood on the pavement

and all down the stairway, 

black at 3am – at night

the streetlights don’t show colour;

only the shape 

of what falls. my skull 

snapping sideways,


and grey

as a stray tom


DS Maolalai has been twice nominated for both Best of the Web and the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, “Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden” (Encircle Press, 2016) and “Sad Havoc Among the Birds” (Turas Press, 2019).


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