DANGER.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Danger.

 

Vibrant with silence any closed mine
re-generates voices of long-gone men.
Sealed into old seams each tragic time
when an accident meant multiple death.

 

Vision's eye fancies a doused candle
in gas-stifled cavern's pitch-black end.
Lads breathing acid's sulphuric strangle
would reach for hands of choking friends.

 

Visitors view scary corners where boys
waited for trucks stacked with ore-waste.
Young backs would bend, then noiselessly
push to distortion-pain until the shift-change.

 

Mining spells danger

and who labours there

still needs each pit-cage

impregnated with prayer.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 17th, 2018 03:28
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • orchidee

    Good and true write Fay.

  • Michael Edwards

    Great write about sad reflections .

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    Thanks for caring FAY ~ COAL is an awesome fuel and Chemical feedstock. It was Coal that energised the Industrial Revolution and made Train travel possible ! Today we take these facilities for granted and pay scant attention to those who mine the coal in difficult and dangerous circumstances. the H & S has improved ! Today there are fewer Coal Miner and fewer fatalities per 10,000 miners. In the USA in 2017 there were 84,000 miners and only 15 fatalities (2 in 10,000) ~ In 1917 there were 721,000 miners and 2228 fatalities (30 in 10,000) !
    Yours as always BRIAN

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good write Fay, the miners were brave men.



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