Coal mines and mining -- Drama; English drama -- 20th century
MARY
A dream?
ELLEN
Aye. A dream’t A wis gaun in a field an’
the grass wis green, greener than life,
an’ there wis coos in it and sheep-no’
dirty, blackened beasts like whit’s
here, bit whit ye wid fancy they wid be
some place whaur there isnae always
smoke. An’ A walked in the field an’ the
sun wis shinin’ an’ it cam’ dark suddent
an’ A couldnae see the coos nae mair.
There wis thunder an’ it frichtened me
an’ whin A cam’ tae look up again, it
wis rainin’ bluid on ma heid, naethin’
bit bluid, an’ the field ran rid wi’ it.
Bluid everywhaur, naethin’ bit bluid.
MARY
An’ it frichtened ye? Aye, the
nichtmare’s no pleasant fur ony yin. Ye
ett pretty hearty last nicht. Weel,
never mind. It’s a’ past noo. Ye’ll feel
better efter a cup o’ tea. A’ll shune
huv breakfast on the table noo.
ELLEN
A’ve dream’t yon dream afore, an’ the
last time A dream’t it wis the nicht
afore the big fire in the pit whin
Jock’s faither got ‘imself kill’t. A’ve
niver dream’t it since that nicht an’
noo it’s come again an’ ma boy’s gaun
oot tae his work an’ me too late to stop
‘im.
MARY
(moves towards the door)
Mebbe it’s no’ too late.
ELLEN
Come back, lass. Look at the clock. The
first cage ‘ull be gaun doon lang afore
ye could get there and oor Jock’ll be
in’t. He’s aye in the first cage, is oor
Jock. Best timekeeper on the pit.
MARY
Oh, why did ye no’ tell me at first?
He’ll be kill’t; he’ll be kill’t.
ELLEN
It’s nae use worryin’ like that. Jock’s
in God’s hand, lass, same as he is every
day whether A dream or no’. An’ mebbe
there’s naethin’ to worry ower. They do
say that there’s naethin’ in dreams. A
doot it’s gaun against the Almighty tae
tak’ notice o’ a dream. If He hud meaned
it fur a warnin’ He’d likely have sent
it shuner so as A could a’ kept Jock
frae gaun oot. Aye, he’s in God’s
keepin’. We can dae naethin’. Get the
kettle filled.
MARY
Yes, Auntie.
ELLEN
A’ll see tae the table.
MARY
Aw richt.
ELLEN
(as she takes a coarse white cloth from
a drawer, spreads it and proceeds to lay
breakfast.)
Ye’ll hardly mind an accident here will
ye, Mary?
MARY
Naw.
ELLEN
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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