My Home Town
Wee streets with cobbles
So dark and so grey
Street lamps all busted
From riots an’ affray—
Oul dolls with trolleys
Are rushed of their feet
Searching for bargains
To make tight ends meet—
A big pot of stew
On a wet winters night
Slopped into big bowls
For families just right—
The heel of a loaf
To soak up the juice
Pass me the HP
A dinner time truce—
Who’s up for seconds?
My wee ma would shout
Get back in line son
And she’d give me a clout—
The olde days in Belfast
I remember so well
The riots and the Troubles
We were dragged up through hell
We grew up with nothing
No materialistic things
But in Belfast in them days
We did live like kings.
HMP Magilligan
2nd Prize Poetry Intermediate, Listowel Writing in Prison Awards, 2020
Showcased at John Hewitt Digital Festival of Literature & Ideas, Northern Ireland, Listowel Writing in Prison Awards, 2020
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