MY FATHERS EYES

 

I’m looking through my Father’s eyes

as a cloud white curtain lifts.

Coal-fired smoke curls upward,

the still street stands bereft.

‘Salt of the earth’ pillars of stone identical to each,

light ghostly chorus as if to say,

'there’ll be no changes here today'.

 

A dismal dawn squints down on those

who long to abandon ship.

While others to their fate resign,

white flags fluttering from chimney breasts.

 

Who rolled the dice to seal his fate?

It’s 5. 00a.m, there goes the gate,

on another monochrome morning,

and I’ve never known him late.

 

Those beating hearts of the Black Country

that pumped the blood of industry

through a dirty river of factory waste.

While bitter winds of earthen soot

settled lightly underfoot.

On washing lines, and windowsills, as

palls of smoke obscured the hills.

 

Stolen sunlight arrowed beams

through broken skylight panes of gloom,

where beads of dust danced in the light,

illuminating toxic fumes.

The tell-tale cough, and laboured breath,

served notice of an early death.

 

Women and men with dust and rust

coursing through their veins.

Whenever I hear a gate snap shut,

I’m reminded of their pain.

◄ LIVING WITH THE CURTAINS DRAWN

WORK IN THE TIME OF COVID ►

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raypool

Mon 16th Nov 2020 16:51

Another classic of description - bathing us with black and white and the need to carry on regardless. The truth of words stands tall.

Ray

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trevor homer

Wed 28th Oct 2020 12:36

Dear fellow poets all - thank you for your time. T

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Bon Darcy

Tue 27th Oct 2020 19:24

That was an awesome read Trevor, solid and gritty, unapologetic but enveloped with terrible sadness

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Rose Casserley

Tue 27th Oct 2020 17:37

Speechless! Gobsmacked! Jaw-dropped! -

-and jealous that I hadn't written it?

you can betcha life on it!

Rock on Trev!



Rose 💋

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Stephen Atkinson

Tue 27th Oct 2020 16:09

Superb piece. 👏

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Vautaw

Tue 27th Oct 2020 14:57

Wow Trevor, this poem is heartbreaking and beautiful. ❤

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keith jeffries

Tue 27th Oct 2020 14:35

Trevor, this must rate as being one of the best poems I have read this year. Well crafted, superb use of language and great imagery.
Well done indeed.

Keith

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Paul Sayer

Tue 27th Oct 2020 14:13

This is superb Trevor, well captured.

Paul.

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