鶹Լ

Explore the 鶹Լ
This page has been archived and is no longer updated. Find out more about page archiving.

16 October 2014
Get Writing NI

鶹Լ 鶹Լpage

鶹Լ NI Learning

Get Writing NI


Writers Showcase

Established Local Writers

Local Writing Legends

Competitions
Resources
Events


The Book of Irish Writers

Rhythm & Rhyme













Contact Us

Writers Showcase
Andi Dawson
Andi Dawson

I have lived in Belfast for almost 10 years now and I'm starting to think of this place as home. I have been writing since my first year of High School, when my English teacher said she thought I had a knack for words. I haven't got a personal website just now, but you can hear some of my work via . (The 鶹Լ is not responsible for the content of external internet sites.)

Lost by Andi Dawson

(After arguing and splitting up, this couple get back in touch.
They've only been apart for a while, but they've missed each other so much.
He phoned to say that they should meet, get a coffee, just sit and talk.
She needed to clear her head first so she decided not to catch a cab,
but walk.)

This is what happened...

The high street was noisy, but her mind was somewhere quiet.
She thought of buying a cake, forgetting about her diet.
She'd got thirty minutes till she was meeting him, she was surprisingly calm.
She finally realised there was no point in causing each other mental harm.

After buying her cake and tucking in, she began to cross the street.
It was turning into a perfect day, the sun was showering her with heat.
The cake was so soft, full of cream, and everything seemed so nice.
Crossing the street she simply forgot to look left and right.

The car didn’t have time to stop, before ploughing into her side.
People stood around in shock, some of them even cried.
She lay on the floor still breathing, but very badly hurt.
Somewhere she could hear the twittering of a bird.

Her body began to go numb, as the siren sound grew near.
She lay their thinking of her love, her thoughts were very clear.
She began to drift off, her breathing was very light.
Just before she died her man came into sight.

------------------------

He had walked from the car park, down the street where she lay.
He usually went a different route, but for some reason he hadn’t today.
As he walked round the corner he saw a crowd of people up ahead.
As he got closer he saw his love's pretty face, not realising she was dead.

He couldn’t comprehend what had happened, that couldn’t be her lying there.
They were meeting in twenty minutes, to tell each other they still cared.
As the paramedics tried to save her, he collapsed to his knees.
Eventually they decided to stop, he begged them “Continue, please.”

A sheet was pulled over her face, she was lifted onto an ambulance bed.
He got in beside her, thinking of all the things they hadn’t said.
The drive to the hospital was slow, the thoughts were spinning round his brain.
He would never hear her laugh, or joke, or sing a song again.

They had wasted the last few days, both had acted like fools.
But what had happened just wasn’t fair, fate had been so cruel.
Now he would never be the same, his soul mate had been stolen from his life.
He could never tell her that he wanted her to be his lawfully wedded wife.


You can read more of Andi's work on

The 鶹Լ is not responsible for the content of external websites.


COMMENT
What do you think of this piece? Email getwritingni@bbc.co.uk
Please enclose the title of the work and the name of the author.

The 鶹Լ will display as many of the comments as possible on the page of commented work but we cannot guarantee to display all comments.

More from this writer:

Poem
The Bar
You
Competition
Lost
Done For
It's Fate?

More showcase writers:

Full list of writers



About the 鶹Լ | Help | Terms of Use | Privacy & Cookies Policy