Monuments and Myths

By Bridie Canning Sleeping warriors wait under Beiderhg, Peat blanketing their ancient bones. Beached white horses thrashing Roar. Is it our time? Oisin, Cormac, Daithi dreaming in Belderrig Your names recall the sleeping warriors. Unleashed war-horses thrashing Snort. It is … Continue reading

The Fallen

Bridie Canning Distortion of language kills. “Smart bombs, Friendly Fire, Taken out, collateral damage” Men, women, children die. Statues topple, echoes from Iraq Rebound off Derry Walls, Symbols of power inanimate, Animated by people’s anger, Fall in hope of democracy, … Continue reading