The Islander - (poem for #audiomo Day 29)

Specially recorded for #audiomo - first public reading by Paul O'Mahony. The Islander Chapter One He could have been on Sherkin, Inishbofin, Skelligs or even Rathlin... He was an outlaw, cast away from the land, away from his people. His face didn’t fit, his family were not from the right side of town. There was no time for him, he could rot there. Eventually his spirit would break, he would comply, he would conform, he would be broken - or so they thought... It would teach them, it would show them not to meddle with our family, not to get above themselves. Yea, 27 winters on Sherkin 27 springs on the Skelligs 27 summers on Rathlin 27 years of nightmares on any island you fancy. It was good to keep him there, disappeared. Our family had need of safety, his family were dangerous, thugs, revolutionaries, communists, rapists. oh yea, uncouth, uncivilised, Untermenschen. Chapter Two Our family is special, we have survived our own wars. We’re used to feeling superior ... (continued)