During the war, while the men were away killing Germans my grandmother played in goal for a ladies football team. They won the cup, she got a medal, had her picture in the paper, and, according to my father, she once broke a player’s jaw.
Years later I sat with her watching the Two Ronnies, and laughed at her, laughing at the audience, laughing at dirty jokes she didn’t understand.
She would ask me to check that the Germans weren’t hiding in a trench at the end of the garden, or that the Morrows weren’t looking over the wall, that it was safe to go to the outside toilet.
I blushed to hear her recall, word perfect, sixty years later, whole conversations she’d had with the girls from the mill; and sometimes, just sometimes, as if as a reward, she would dig deep in her pinny pocket, take out a tissue, unwrap it and show me her medal.
Irish poet, who spent his early years in Belfast and now lives in Coleraine with his wife and 2 children. His first collection "Thomas" was published by Lapwing in 2005, and his second collection "Black Eyed Peace" has just been published. It is available as either a free eBook or in traditional printed format. His work has been widely published in magazines, anthologies, and on-line. His work has also been broadcast and published by the BBC and a number of his poems have achieved competition success. He has been involved with the Ballymoney Writers for over 15 years and has edited and published 3 collections of their work.
I’ll start with some foundation for this provides my base, It helps hide any blemish that I find upon my face, It smooths out any wrinkles, it softens up my skin, I need to match the shade I need before