Parenthesis Maggie smoothes and foldsa white cotton handkerchief for a priest’s pocket. Women have laid outtheir menfolk’s prized Sunday bestfor Mass and the march. Flocking in chapela last communion wafer soft-melts on their tongues. Under blue-crisp skiesvoices rise in unison —we shall overcome. Silent coffins weep.What was the price of protest?Only everything. Features on a Bogside Mural, Derry. Receive updates from Rosaline * indicates required Email Address *PermissionsPlease tick the box to confirm you'd like to hear from me... around once a month. EmailYou can unsubscribe at any time by clicking the link in the footer of my emails. For information about my privacy practices, please visit my website.We use Mailchimp as our marketing platform. By clicking below to subscribe, you acknowledge that your information will be transferred to Mailchimp for processing. Learn more about Mailchimp's privacy practices. /* real people should not fill this in and expect good things - do not remove this or risk form bot signups */