FULL CIRCLE
Grey smoke from chimneys
staining the brick work
of back to back houses
where washing hangs limply
on string over alleys.
Grubby faced children
skipping on cobbles
sitting on doorsteps
waiting for fathers
in pits down below.
Fathers emerging
black faced and weary
straight to the bath tub
as coals in the boilers
send grey smoke from chimneys.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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A fine write and pic M. Is Miss Berles going round in circles?!
You're thinking of Twister Berles - he's always going round the bend.
I was taken right into that place and that time Michael.
The days of the monochrome photo - thanks Andy.
fine words painted on the page and as well as being beautiful, Lowery sprang to mind.... Neville
Yes - very Lowryesque - thanks Neville.
Full circle indeed Mike - - your flow of atmosphere shows there was and is no ending to the rigid requirements of living with miners.
they were hard days - thanks Fay.
Always ruunin ooutta bread me mam was..... an 'ovis dun't taste like it uused tu neevah!
Took me back to living in the mining community of Nottinghamshire..... pit head baths/showers saved the tin bath regeime but the houses were there with smokey chimneys and stained brick.
Well written compact story within a poem taking many a reader straight along memory lane.
I recall them well - never lived in the community but did act in a couple of legal cases involving contractors which took me down the working mines as part of the investigations - ah memories.
The true circular economy very well expressed Michael.
The backbone of this wonderful country of ours... gone but NOT forgotten
They really were hard times - watched a programme about workhouses the other day which brings home how lucky we are to live at the present time.
Very lucky... some would say blessed
A scene straight out of a thousand movies, but your pen paints a real scene
And such scenes existed - thanks Suresh.
Hello Michael,
Thanks for a great write!
Life does indeed come full circle in your poem the bleakness of it at times.
Keep writing
FineB
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