Magdalene lay beside Mary
on her own bed as Magadalene's parents were out shopping in town wonder what Sister Luke'd say if she saw us here like this? Mary said exhaling smoke from the cigarette she held away from her lips, probably have a fit or wet her bloomers in the middle of Mass Magdalene said before she inhaled smoke from her cigarette and going red in her plump face she'd mouth out half a dozen Hail Marys Magdalene said through a mouthful of smoke, what'd your Da say if he saw us now? Mary said bet he'd take to your behind with his big hairy hand and mine too she added laughing, Magdalene hadn't put on the record player so she could hear if the parents returned and they could vacate the bed as quick as they could and dress, are you still seeing the Brady boy? Magdalene asked as I saw you talking to him the other day and you were making him laugh, wouldn't give him more than a smile the big loon nor let him near my *** *** nor lick my skin Mary said, they turned to face each other having stubbed out their cigarettes in the ashtray beside the bed and embraced for the last time before dressing, they had just dressed when the downstairs door opened and they could hear her father's voice and so left the bedroom and went downstairs acting all innocent and pure as angels and lied about what they had been doing, the parents greeted Mary in half smiles and lowered voices and were glad when she left and moaned at Magdalene for bringing her home, just played records and talked Magdalene lied sensing the kisses which had stayed and dried.
The beauty of a broken land, Where each and every man Took up his own fight And fought it with all his might
. I really should keep learning Gaeilge (irish language)
The sun sets on Ireland,
patchwork fields illuminated by the august light of abiding memory. Misty hues spilling over the mountains, glimpsed through a mist of tears fighting not to be shed. The last sunset of a brief glimpse of manic happiness and friendship and love. The fields flash by, each one transforming into a rose-coloured memory, and a tsunami of melancholy threatens to knock me down. Heavy sighs and knowing looks and held-back tears and one last caress of your sun-kissed skin. The sun sets on Ireland And opens into a bright new tomorrow.
her hair. She got caught in the storm and rain and drenched. Her wet clothes lay limp in the bath. Mary was drenched too and was at home drying out like herself. They'd met after school and walked to the park and shelter and kissed. None saw. Just as well. The nuns at school kept them apart with an eye to danger of that terrible sort. They got caught in the rain on the way home. Thunder and lightning and down pour of rain. Her hair is dry. She now brushes it out. Her bold mirrored self stands *****. If Mary was there. They could if she were and if they had time or they dare.
Dona nobis pacem,
the priest intoned. Harry stood in the third pew from the back with his wife. A girl two pews ahead, had long brown hair over her shoulders, had a trim figure and a well rounded behind. They knelt as the priest intoned more Latin. The girl's head was bowled, hands together in prayer. I wouldn't say no. If the old ***** in front would move her large carcass to the right, I'd have a better sight. His wife nudged him with her pointed elbow, raised her eyebrows, signalled with a finger for him to close his eyes. He closed his eyes, allowing thin slits of sight to peruse the girl's head and shoulders, as the old ***** had knelt low into the pew. The priest lifted up the host and muttered Latin with raised eyes above him. The old ***** removed sight of the girl from view. He shut his eyes for real, imaging the girl's rounded behind, reaching out with pretend fingers like one blind.
Harry in mass in Eire .
Martha stared at the crucifix
in the convent chapel after school; she was alone, other kids had gone home and the nuns were in church for Vespers. You look tired Lord hanging there. Your arms must ache in that one position. The five wounds. How bloodied they look. I want to Your bride and be a nun and be able to visit You anytime of the day or night. I want to tend to Your wounds, kiss Your aching limbs, place a finger in Your side. Want to whisper in Your ear my every woe, my sins and sense Your arms about me when I am low. The chapel door opened a nun stood there. Martha Maguire what are you doing here? Be off with you girl. Martha gazed at the nun with her big eyes. Just talking to the Crucified, she said. Off you go, the nun said. Martha went cursing the sister inside her head.
Girl in chapel in Eire in 1963
The house was quiet
Magdalene's parents were out her da was away on the farm and her ma was out visiting a friend. Mary was lying beside Magdalene on her single bed. Do you want to? Magdalene said. Have we time? Mary replied. To be sure we have Magdalene said. She kissed Mary's lips quietly she moved back on her side and gazed at the girl. You can kiss better than the Kelly boy Mary said smiling. They lay gazing at each other shall we undress? Magdalene said softly. What if your parents come and find us? Mary said. They'll belt your **** Magdalene said jokingly come on. Mary listened out for sounds birds sang from the garden a cow mooed from a nearby field. On your head be it Mary said. They got off the bed and began to undress each watching the other remove clothing. They piled their clothes neatly on the dressing table and climbed into bed. Your hands are cold Mary said as Magdalene touched her thighs. Let me warm them Magdalene whispered. They kissed and hugged then after 5 minutes there was a knock on the front door. Who the **** is that? Magdalene said getting out of the bed and looking out the window at the front door below. Who it is? Mary asked sitting up holding the sheet up to her small *******. The fecking postman Magdalene said. She grabbed her dressing gown and went downstairs. Mary got out of bed and stood gazing out the window. The postman said something and the door closed. Magdalene came back up the stairs parcel for me ma best get dressed in case me ma comes back sooner Magdalene said disappointedly. So they got dressed and went down stairs and went in the kitchen and made tea and sat at the table. A few minutes later her ma came in. You are back early Magdalene said. My friend didn't show up her ma said what you two girls been up to? Nothing just having tea and a chin-wag Magdalene said keeping images of her and Mary ***** in bed locked up in her head
TWO GIRLS AND THEIR LOVE IN EIRE IN 1963
And Magdalene had taken
down the crucifix above her parents' bed and dusted it off with a yellow duster and got the cobwebs off and looked at the Christ nailed there through hands and feet and a crown of metal thorns about his plaster head and she remembered how Martha her school friend had a fixation with the Crucified as she called him and once took a crucifix to bed with her because she wanted to be a bride of Christ and her mother had told her off for it she took the Christ over to the window to see better in the daylight and the Christ looked old as if it had been around many centuries she blew over it blowing away minute particles she carried it back climbed on to the bed and put it back settled it straight then stood there and bounced on her parents' double bed a little she wished she could bring Mary on it wished they could make love in it that would be a thrill the thought that it was her parents' bed and they might be home at anytime and be caught she climbed off the bed carrying the thought with her the Christ looked down at the bed hanging there how great a love it must be to have your son nailed there and still have the ability to love mankind she mused something she herself would not have or refused.
A GIRL IN EIRE IN 1963.
on a wooden chair to reach the crucifix on the wall of the old chapel. She was dusting with a yellow duster (brought from home) to wipe away the dust and cobwebs attached to the crown of thorns of the Crucified and those about His beard. Waaat are ye at? Martha a nun said behind her. Oi'm dustin' Martha replied looking around at the nun. *** down dis once the nun said pointing a thin finger. But our Lord is dusty an' full av cobwebs Martha said turning her head back to the Christ wiping about His beard. Oi said nigh the nun said firmly. Martha sighed and stepped off the chair which creaked. Discipline is the first tin' if yer want ter be a nun Sister Luke said. Martha looked at the nun yer Lord looked so sad dare covered wi' de webs she said. Enoof av yisser blather the nun said on yisser way ter class. Martha looked at the Christ then walked out the chapel leaving the nun behind musing on being a nun it turning over in her mind.
A GIRL IN AN SCHOOL IN EIRE AND THE NUN IN 1963
for her Friday bath. The water was steaming steam rose to the off-white ceiling. She dipped in a foot withdrew it again. Feckin' 'ot. She turned on the cold water tap. It cooled down the water. She turned off the tap and put in a foot again. That's better. She climbed in the bath and sat down. Water reached her small taut *******. Luk at de sight av dem. Two love bites stained one breast. Magdalene's work. She picked up a pink sponge and soaped it up. Washed her neck, arms, ******* and down between thighs. Nuns an' their blather. Buff an' blister Thomas an' 'er ideas for lent. She wished the nun would go to holy Rome. She soaped her *** standing up. Magdalene wud love dis. She sponge down with water washing the soap off. A love bite on her right thigh high up. Magdalene lipped her and kissed her. That time at Magdalene's parents' house while they were out shopping. Both ***** on the bed. Nip as babes. Mary stepped out of the warm bath. She grabbed a white towel began to dry herself. Wish Magdalene wus here nigh. Ruba-dub-dub. Once dried she stood and gazed at herself in the mirror. Jist loike Eve. That time at Magdalene's house lying abed with a thousand thoughts going round in her head.
AN IRISH ******* HER BATHNIGHT 1963.