We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

15.1.26

Pentridge Prison Reflections

‘I wouldn’t have trusted,’ she said

about friendships I made

in the poetry workshops in prison.

‘I grew up with criminals,’ she said.

‘They were all charismatic!’


The thing is, my guys weren’t.

To me, they were just poets. 

I didn’t think to judge anything else.

Seeing that, they trusted me.

But later, when some got out?


I found there were those who did 

have a criminal mentality.

Then, the friendships dwindled

in quiet, regretful agreement.

Others, though, did not.


Inside the prison 

there was no way, nor reason

to know the difference. In there, 

we all – inmates and tutors –

shared the prison mentality.



Written in response to dVerse Poetics: Folsom Prison Blues, where we were invited to be inspired by Johnny Cash's song of that name. 


My books (memoir and poetry) about the Pentridge experience are soon to be on Amazon.

2 comments:

  1. Very well written! That would be an amazing experience!

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    1. Thank you. Yes, it was. A long time ago now, but made its mark.

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