Dixie Elliot ✒ This short poem is about conversations I had with Big Tom when we shared a cell. It is about dreaming of a life beyond prison walls and war.
You watched the shifting clouds
and dreamed.
The wind carried the curlew's call.
Rain brought memories in its wake.
So too the swirling snow, as cold as a prison wall.
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A passing greeting along the road.
Cattle grazing unconcerned.
Lough Beg in the moonlight, a meandering stream.
The welcoming fire in your mothers hearth, and a rest well earned.
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When love first caught your eye and it gripped your heart.
The slow dance long remembered, and a song from the past.
A kiss at the gate and whispered plans
of a future never apart.
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You watched the shifting clouds and dreamed.
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Thomas Dixie Elliot is a Derry artist and a former H Block Blanketman. Follow Dixie Elliot on Twitter @IsMise_Dixie |
Again a fitting tribute from Dixie.
ReplyDeleteit is Lou - they were cellmates and Dixie has written some great pieces for this blog about the shared experience
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