Poetry Blogs (Class War)
Nigel Astell on September 2020 Collage Poem: The Silence Still Talking (2 hours ago)
Under a northern sky,
the colour of slate,
the bones of our fathers
as we climb the hill
to reach the cross
at the summit.
Know your place
child of mill worker,
miner, steel worker,
know your place -
for you are not
of our class,
you have no education
at our schools
Friday 16th August 2013 10:47 pm
A silence fell upon the city,
contorted shadows twisting moonlight.
Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced
bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers
in an unforgiving wind.
The wretched odour of deprivation
a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.
Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap
and by night the vampires feast on thei...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 4:44 pm