This is a section of a conversation (laid out like a free verse poem) which I scribed during part of the http://creativereconciliationinthemournes.blogspot.com/project. Hopefully it will spark some discussion around the issues.
conversation
from thirty five years ago
and early seventies
it used to be…
we’d all see
the twelth july
parade
both sides upon the coin
conjoined
i’d never seen before
n my own catholic town
but now here it was
at harvest time
we’d celebrate
lunches
teas
share eatings
communal news
and celebrating us
somehow it changed
numbers dwindled
one band leader insisted on
non-provocative tunes
and when
something happened
there’d be places we wouldn’t go
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