cries. (Remove filter)
The Sky Reflects Our Labours
Who can identify the town that is the primary focus of this lament?
The Sky Reflects Our Labours
Her calloused hands and tired eyes,
are grey and wet and green and steely;
her gaze is stoic, and often flinty
at the JobCentre counter, as her future dies.
The grey-blue smoking ramparts march,
graven beyond the terracotta houses;
their Wellsian vision of War arou...
Tuesday 24th October 2017 3:22 am
Recent Comments
Stephen Gospage on Stopping the Cuts
6 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on According to the poet
6 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Wishes Come True
11 hours ago
David RL Moore on The nutritional value of a bullet
13 hours ago
David RL Moore on According to the poet
13 hours ago
John Coopey on HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND
13 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on “I Don’t Believe in My Wings”
16 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on According to the poet
16 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Fame
17 hours ago
John Gilbert Ellis on Another Word
17 hours ago