The Going Nowhere Road….

 

There is a road that leads to nowhere

Nobody knows where it goes

But the west of Ireland people

Call it the Famine Road

 

I dreamt of a green-eyed woman

Burnished hair, green shawl

She glared at me accusingly

Her palm outstretched

 

At first I thought she meant money

So I handed her my purse

She thrust it in the air

And spat an ancient curse

 

What good are your coins to us

On this going nowhere road

Too late for your charity money

What I want from you is a poem

 

Write about my eyes

The same shape and colour as yours

Write of my fleshless bones

And my bloodless heart

 

Tell them you saw my ghost

Among thousands of swarming souls

Wandering into the mist

On the Going Nowhere Road

Twin Trails of Tears

 

Pipe tomahawks swinging from their wagons

They set out

Barefoot or in moccasins

Dignity in weathered faces

Hair black and strong

Plaited or hanging loosely

Wearing buckskin dresses or leggings

Plaid blankets wrapped around shoulders

 

Choctaw must follow the Trail of Tears

Says the Treaty of Dancing Rabbit Creek

Clutching a ten-dollar bill and a rifle each

They steer towards their future

But the rains come and the blizzard stings and

The Arkansas River and people freeze up

Or die of pneumonia

 

Sixteen years on in Louisburgh Mayo, Ireland, 1847.

The starving beg help from an Officer

Apply to the Board of Guardians – they meet at Delphi Lodge tomorrow

So they sleep under the stars until dawn when

Ragged and barefoot they walk fifteen miles to that place

But the Board are at lunch and are not to be disturbed

At last the meeting is held

But they are offered no help

Many die on the return journey

It’s not the potato but a pearl of great price that’s dug up in their field

When the surviving Choctaw hear of their plight

And collect seven hundred and ten dollars for the deserving Irish

© 2020 by Máire Malone