JL McCavana


JL McCavana

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Begin at the beginning.

Begin at what is now an empty space

on Hamilton Street.  House of smoke - and strong

women; and the Sacred Heart on the wall.

                                Walk now, onto Cromac Street, beyond the Markets

                                to the beginning of the Ormeau Road.

                                Left - the renewed redbrick of the old Gasworks.

                                Right - Donegall Pass.  See a whitewashed gable end

                                 transformed into a giant Union Jack.

                                 Walk down and read the paramilitary message -

                                 don’t worry, the masked men are in their dens

                                 not out on the streets; not here, not today.

Move on, up Lower Ormeau, past Fitzroy Avenue,

past Hatfield House, past the black memorial stone

on the gable end of Sean Graham bookies.

It’s OK, there are no gunmen here today,

not today.  Today you walk past Yambo

Food, past Bangla Bazaar, past the Asia

Supermarket on Agincourt Avenue,

which could be your road to Damacus - Street.

                              But standing still on Ormeau Bridge -

                              Past!  Past!  Past!  You think you can see it all,

                              in the slow brown gloop of the River Lagan,

                              you think you can see it all - every bloody thing.

Move.  Please move.

In Ormeau Park you see a Cherry tree

happening and heavy with bunched pink blossom.

And beyond Deramore, Rushfield and the long terraced stretch of Haypark Avenue,

stands Ballynafeigh Orange Hall; armoured and closed.

Though once upon a time within those walls,

two young people danced across Belfast’s

divide, and your mother said “yes”.

                               Omphalus!  This is your beginning, though

                               it begins, as you know, with a resounding

                               “No! No! No!”  - Yes!

                               Begin again.  Pass the bars: Pavilion,

                               Errigle, Parador.  Pass Ravenhill and Rosetta.

                               Find your way to Knockbreda cemetery

                               and via McCormick, Campbell, Lanyon, McKee,

                               ascend through the standing stones to the brow.

Now turn.  Look down over Ormeau, down over

Belfast, till it rises to Cavehill, Napoleon’s Nose

and Antrim’s basalt plateau.  And remember,

that this place was once volcanic.

JL McCavana

J.L. McCavana lives in County Antrim.  He has been published in Tales From the Forest, The Honest Ulsterman, and will appear in the first issue of The Bangor Literary Journal. He recently bought a scarf - lambswool! - made in Scotland! - and is very happy with his purchase.