Long listed for the WRITE ABOUT WALKING AND LISTENING competition run in July & August 2021
‘Fine day fer it, grab yer jaicket but we need to be quick,’ Flurries of arms and buttons, words eddying And tumbling under the spark of faither’s eye As we leave the sisters sitting in their seats - Just him and I. A shaft of sunlight piercing our concrete, close-hidden lives Rolling green bin bags mark our moor-steeped horizon Words and passion flickering through his mind, A Heathcliff of the street. Me? His roiling cloak behind. Telling tales forged in Irish farms, he taps our advance Dropping wars and famines into my eager hands But below Others’ songs treacherously tapped my feet, The sunshine drumming our summer into their insistent beat. ‘Hurry up or we’ll not make it before ...’ His tenor and tenure hushed by the marching tunes Tattooing louder, faster and closer They dragged me to a halt My shoes couldn’t escape their emerald-tinged roots Heartland and homeland softening my vowels Whilst tuning others’ flutes. Early words rendered in green, and golden glories History stitched through slip jigs, songs and stories. ‘Right, take your coat off, stand still, don’t move.’ Our journey tied to the kerb and the past, by sashes being bared. The green of my coat shouting to be heard. Sleeves slipping, hands fumbling to hide its unwitting colour code, Until Faither grabbed it, Folded it, rustling the white lining to the sky, Surrendering, as the orange music marched on by.
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Read more from the Long List of stories submitted to the WRITE ABOUT WALKING & LISTENING competition. Listen to winning authors read their work at a showcase event on Sunday 26 September 2021 book here.