Douglas McClarty Poems

Escape from northern Emerald's icy grip
See Teide slipping away from this ship
Sailing south to Islands sunny and green.
Where dreams ended for unsuspecting souls
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Yesterday's pain can hunt us still
Bitter memories, lurking deep
Waiting to disturb sweet dreams
While you struggle to sleep
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A ten pence fishing line and hook
was essential
A pot of juicy black head worms too
As my brothers friends and me set
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Where have all the shops gone.
So many doors have closed
On so many others dreams
Life quickly changing, before our eyes
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The winds blow down from Orra
As I walk upland from Cushendun
The Antrim hills now white with snow
Make this treacherous journey slow
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In almost an instant,
as the camera points
We see places, cultures,
people struggling to survive
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Just look, what thoughts go through her mind
When she looks at me, though just glimpses
Could she want to know me more
What does she look for that excites her mind
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Sitting on a Steam train, going to Belfast
Leaving Coleraine Station I sit alone in fear
For I have sold my life I'm just in my fifteen year.
No hugs, no kisses no tears from mum
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The babbling river
Has secrets, never told
I stand watching its waters
On a journey to the sea
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If Jesus where her today would he be a Christian
Would he want to sit among the self righteous saved flock
Who look down at others with their arrogant thoughts and mock
Condemning them to Hell because they do not see it their way.
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