“Creative writing in prisons is often a very cathartic experience for prisoners; an opportunity for them to connect with their emotions, explore their feelings and reflect – as well as to imagine being somebody else or a future self. For these reasons not all of the writing produced during our projects is approved by the prisons to be shared with the public – the journey of all our projects is just as important as the end result! Below is a small selection of the writing produced by the young male offenders during our Dilly Arts project in HMYOI Deerbolt which we can share with you, the public. The author of each piece of writing is attributed by the use of the initial of their first name. We thank writers Sheree Mack and Chloe Daykin who worked with Dilly Arts on this project and we extend a huge thank you to all our participants for allowing us to share their work”  (Alison Redshaw, Founder – Director of Dilly Arts)

 

Gillian

I see a woman, her name’s Gillian and she’s waiting for me. She’s in Blackpool and she’s alone. She’s

confused, standing waiting for me. She’s dressed in a long, warm coat as she’s cold, waiting for me.

She return’s each year to this beach, where her

long brown hair blows into her eyes. She comes empty handed, to smell the seafood, the salt and vinegar of the fish and chips and waits, waits for me.

The sounds or cars and seagulls are in the

background. She stands and waits as she knows I love her. And I will come.

K

 

Sea

He is standing on the sand.

He sees water forever.

He can hear waves.

In the wind he can smell

salt water.

He feels the rain.

He wants to get away from there.

He think about getting a boat.

He looks around.

He finds nothing.

There is no one to ask.

He can see for miles.

But there is no one.

He wants a boat.

But he can’t find one.

He decides to swim

in the sea.

He takes off his shoes.

He leaves the rest of his clothes on.

He walks into the water.

It is cold.

He throws himself in

and swims and swims.

He’s getting tired.

The waves wash him out.

It has gone dark.

He can see the moon.

He hears the ship.

He moves off towards it.

T

 

Memories …

The promise I will never break is that I will always be there for my son.

I will be there for my son always by staying out of jail.

I will always be there for my son by giving him my love.

I will always be there for my son by supporting him financially.

I will always be there for my son by getting a job.

T

 

Dear Bazza

How’s it going?

I’ve not heard from you in a few days.

What’s going on?

It feels good not having you winding me up all the time,

talking in my head all the time.

Hope I don’t hear you again.

From M

 

Dear Anyone Who Will Listen

I’m on basic at the moment. This means no gym, no TV, no social or association time, no canteen, no visits. Until I come off basic, I’ve got nothing. I should be coming off basic on Monday but then I got caught with 3 TVs under my bed so who knows what will happen …

T

 

Dear Friend

How you doing?

I’m locked up in Deerbolt jail for robbery.

I am serving a 3 years sentence.

But I’ll be out soon and when I get out I’m coming home to spend time with you.

I know you’ve been saying stuff about me while I’ve been in here but that doesn’t matter.

All that matters is that I get out of here and start again, anew, because I’m not coming back here.

R

 

Memories …

A journey I should never have taken is down the wrong track. Because I’m now somewhere I don’t want to be.

A journey I wish I could take is to turn back time because I wouldn’t be in prison and would be at home. I would be at work making money to support my family and to run my house like a gentleman that I am. Because I have to take care of my fiancée and my baby. Also need to supply food for all my animals; my 13 dogs, my 6 ferrets and my 2 birds. I also need to supply food and equipment for my 2 horses.

R

 

Mallaig

When all this is over, I’m going to go to Mallaig.

A nice place in Scotland and I would take

the scenic roads in my Vauxhall Astra.

I would go at any time of the year, just as long

as I got there.

It’s a nice place and they are nice, pleasant

people who live there. The views are lovely.

You look straight out on to the sea

and onto the trawler boats.

The mountains are very nice views.

It is a fishermen’s little village.

There are shops just around the corner

from where I would be staying.

When you look out of the flat window

you look straight out on the water

and the trawler boats are the colour of the water.

It is like a blue-grey colour. It is a fantastic colour.

And views of the boats are blue, white

and some red and white and some also black and

white.

They are different colours. It is just an amazing

view when I am in Mallaig in Scotland.

I would totally love it if I had a chance

and could afford it I would spend

the rest of my life here

without a second thought.

R