SALLY JAMES The best POEM with a Lancashire Theme in Standard English
The winner of the Edith Grayshan Goblet
Blood Brothers
My Lancashire has gone
like a pit siren
whistling in the wind
a mineshaft filled in
slag heaps flattened
and a loom silenced.
My Lancashire was
like a clog iron
sparking on cobbles
a donkey stone scraping
coal fires burning
and a chimney belching.
My Lancashire disappeared
like steam from a kettle
pit headgears in the sunset
ashes in the grate
granddad’s rocking chair
and the rag and bone man.
Your Lancashire is different
like a giant superstore
a computer website
an industrial estate
land reclamation
and a sanctuary for wild life.
Your Lancashire is today
not yesterday
grasp my red rose
by it’s thorns
let your reality
bleed into my memories
so that our red rose will never fade.
Sally James
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The winner of the Edith Grayshan Goblet
Blood Brothers
My Lancashire has gone
like a pit siren
whistling in the wind
a mineshaft filled in
slag heaps flattened
and a loom silenced.
My Lancashire was
like a clog iron
sparking on cobbles
a donkey stone scraping
coal fires burning
and a chimney belching.
My Lancashire disappeared
like steam from a kettle
pit headgears in the sunset
ashes in the grate
granddad’s rocking chair
and the rag and bone man.
Your Lancashire is different
like a giant superstore
a computer website
an industrial estate
land reclamation
and a sanctuary for wild life.
Your Lancashire is today
not yesterday
grasp my red rose
by it’s thorns
let your reality
bleed into my memories
so that our red rose will never fade.
Sally James
_____________________