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Striking the Blues

08 Tuesday Jan 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Anger, Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, bankers, depression, mining, poetry, political, politics, poverty, shame, steel works, strikes

Pit head silhouette

 

 

 

 

 

 

Iconic charming history,

repeats the sad refrain,

as, once more, we get screwed over,

we sing along again;

the blues echo a doleful tune,

and strike the same discord,

man mines the depths of misery,

bank on, fools, gold reward!

We steel ourselves with loyalty,

patriotic to the ends,

whilst red skies scream solemnity,

we bend our plastic friends.

Ironic charnel history,

repeats the shame, refrain,

prepare to get screwed over,

as we sing along in vain.

 

© Striking the Blues 08.01.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Pit head silhouette (Photo credit: alastairb)

 

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Yorkshire

30 Friday Nov 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Bronte, coal dust, Coal mining, Henry Moore, mining, pit, poetry, slag heaps, Ted Hughes, Thatcher, The Moors, Wuthering Heights, Yorkshire

Yorkshire

 

 

 

 

 

My love affair with Yorkshire,

is strange to the extreme,

the rain comes down in stair rods,

as puddles turn to streams.

 

Flint faced buildings stand proud,

the natives just the same;

hard with a directness,

reflecting poverty’s pain.

 

‘Aye up love’, and ‘Ta duck’,

a mantra of the North,

a warmth and loyal passion,

found around the hearth.

 

Depleted coal face scenery,

ghost towns from the past,

mine the depths of politics,

betrayed by bluest lass.

 

Coal-dust mottled snowscapes,

contrast the wuthering heights,

bleak outstanding wilderness,

the slag heap moors by night.

 

My soul belongs in Yorkshire,

with Brontë, Hughes, and Moore,

this northern heart keeps beating,

‘til death doeth close the door.

 

© Yorkshire 30.11.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Yorkshire (Photo credit: gollenr)

 

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