Long shinny black hair
that laced her smiling face
could take young men’s breath away who recognised
poetry in motion.
It gave an Italian look to one so beautiful when she sung
and graced life’s stage,
like a princess posing upon a throne.
The night out and lift home seemed normal.
She carried her own music
created for the heart willing to listen and
ready to re-create at the drop of a hat
everything stopped with a routine roadblock
(conceived with the spilling of innocent blood)
became the dirtiest word uttered by laughing men with drink in their blood
and blood in their stare;
long shinning black hair that laced her smiling face
now hung like a curtain, hiding the six bullet holes
in her head.
Rosemary Mc Cartney and her friend Patrick O Neill were taken from a taxi on the night of July 1972 and brought to a club in the Shankill Road by members of the UDA/UFF they were interrogated because they were Catholics and brought to a spot in Forthriver Drive North Belfast and murdered.