Song Of Sacrifice
(Inspired by the Irish troubles and the hunger strike)
Starving for peace,
Fighting for freedom,
Breaking for love,
Song of sacrifice.
Easter, 1916
I HAVE met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
Haunted Belfast #1: The Stranger's Ground
At the back of people's goodwill
On old Clifton Street
We 7000 assemble,
We 7000 meet. Some without limbs,
Some deaf, some blind
Some wasting away,
The souls that were left behind.
Mary's Room
Slowly, leaning forward, I press my ear against the door, and listen. The home is now an empty house, but the hushed echoes of the many lives shared; reverberate off the quietly listening walls.