Tomás Mór McElwee

Dixie Elliot ✒ This short poem is about conversations I had with Big Tom when we shared a cell. It is about dreaming of a life beyond prison walls and war.You watched the shifting cloudsand dreamed.The wind carried the curlew's call.Rain brought memories in its wake.So too the swirling snow, as cold as a prison wall.♜ ♞ ♟A passing greeting along the road.Cattle grazing unconcerned.Lough Beg in