Chris Thackaberry is Dublin born and bred in the North Inner City. Past Master of Dublin & Wicklow LOL 1313 and former Hon. Sec Manager Dublin Conservative Club. Chris is living in Belfast for over 5 Years and he is a Progressive Unionist Party political activist in East Belfast.
“Nothing better than a few jars in a pub with no TV or tourists to melt ya head; talking history and Labour politics, anything and everything and out of that and a life lived. Comes words and thoughts. These 12th of July poems are part of a collection of thoughts scribbled down from 1995 to present”
Mini 12th 1st July
July ladies My Lady’s Road
Blonde cheers of loyalty
under a siege of flags
double stitched for strength.
Against crimson orange sky
blue wicked girl skips a curb
wee man in tow – tin drum in hand
reaches out to meet mine.
12th JULY 1998
Elijah’s call for biblical barbarity.
Three kidder – ablaze
between towers of silence.
Bearing thy old suit
among sleeping masters.
You take rest – unsettled
stranger – with fraternal hand.
WEEP
Upon this unholy alter
of flesh of flesh- blood and bone.
