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Warwick Dalzell
Warwick was born in Co Down and taught for a time in Northern Ireland.
He sought his fortune in Africa, but returned home penniless. After another stint at the chalkface, he went to London. There he met Peter O'Loughlin who advised him to head for Australia, where he lived on and off for forty years. He is now a frequent pilgrim to the old country.
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Scrabo by Warwick Dalzell
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I stood again
on Strangford’s shore,
the wind as aye
cuffing my face,
taunting me.
But I had faced down
that old enemy before.
My gaze was on Scrabo,
faintly clear across the lough,
no shadow cast on the ruffled water.
‘You have not changed’
I thought,
but life has changed me.
Now I can gaze at your outlandish shape
with that uncommon tower,
and readily turn my back.
I still love you, old woman,
but time
has cured me
of that incessant urgency
to waken each morning and see your face.
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