Trimble’s Horse was a squadron of cavalry raised for the UVF by the then owner of the Impartial Reporter. When the Great War broke out, many of these farmers and tradesmen joined either the Inniskilling Dragoons or the North Irish Horse. Those assigned to the Western Front served in the trenches for most of the War, but in the closing months some rode again. Continue reading “Coming Home”
Author: Jenny Brien
Armistice Day, Skibbereen, 1919
And everything stopped.
The shop lad running over Mardyke
caught mid-stride, the cart
he might have dodged, laden with churns –
Stopped. Continue reading “Armistice Day, Skibbereen, 1919”
It was my Birthday Today
As a collector of military antiques for almost fifty years, I am fascinated by the personal items associated with conflicts of the past that come into my ownership.While uniforms, rifles and bayonets may represent the face of War, it is often the small personal possessions that have been handed down to family members from the past that tell the real story of war and loss. Continue reading “It was my Birthday Today”
No Man’s Land
I’m laying here callin’
But no one comes near me,
maybe nobody hears me. Continue reading “No Man’s Land”
Wilder Mind
The decade 1912-1922 brought many changes and whilst there is a justified focus on the horrors of the First World War, there were other socio-political phenomena like the Woman’s Suffrage movement. The circumstances of the war brought into sharper focus the role of women in our society and was a turning-point on the road towards greater gender equality.
I was surprised, intrigued and delighted as a poet to receive this voice and it is a great pleasure to paint in this little historic detail and to share it with my friends.’ Continue reading “Wilder Mind”
#Flashback
Different War
Falls Road. Barbed wire walls. Barred windows
An ’80’s paint-flaked door swings to and fro,
creaking in night stillness Continue reading “#Flashback”
The Band of Blind and Buggered
Huw
First in line, as I have some vision
…slightly blurred.
I am well used to the dark as a miner.
(Must find a way to live like this.)
At least I can still sing.
Oh God. What a needless war. Continue reading “The Band of Blind and Buggered”
Mrs Corey’s Lament
Here I am walkin’ the roads again cryin’ me eyes out. But I just can’t stay in the house since I got the news about Pat. He’s everywhere in there. If I sit at the kitchen table there he is, six years old again and askin’ me, “Ma’ can I have more of the cake?” Or, “Can I go out with Jimmy to play football?” Continue reading “Mrs Corey’s Lament”
Frank’s Letter
(with interjections by Cathy Donnell as Resa and John Monaghan as Frank)
My dear Cousin Resa
Frank: What side of the bush did yon rose spring from?
Just a p.c. to acknowledge your welcome letter received some weeks ago.
Resa: Feels like a lifetime. Continue reading “Frank’s Letter”
The Truths I Couldn’t Tell
I have no words to tell you
about the squalor and the smell.
No letter I could ever write
can describe this man-made hell. Continue reading “The Truths I Couldn’t Tell”