More Poetry from Chris Thackaberry

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. 


Upon this unholy alter

of flesh of flesh- blood and bone.


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