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Does anyone know why 17 Borrowdale Road is missing?

Every day I walk past the empty space

and wonder why it’s not there.

 

No. 13 is missing as well but I suppose that’s just unlucky.

 

My husband was born in no. 48 in 1944.

He says there never was a house there;

the plot of land was used as an allotment,

probably to aid the war effort.

 

I lived at 36 Norrington Road. Does anyone remember me?

 

I remember a chap once told me

before the estate was built

a property was there and underneath  

there’s a tunnel that goes to Frankley. 

 

My Mom moved into Borrowdale Road in 1931, no.125.

She remembers an allotment and a power station. 

 

I think the tunnel started at Quinney’s Farm

and went to St Leonard’s Church.

It were used by the monks

to store all their worldly possessions.

 

I’ve heard about that tunnel, it goes back to Cromwell’s days.

When they burnt down the house next door to the church

they hid the treasure down the tunnel.

I live next door to where your mom lived.

 

I lived at 36 Norrington Road. Does anyone remember me? 

 

Yes, Cromwell had a lot of connections to the tunnel.

The bridle path is still in place from farm to church.

Severn Trent own it all now.

 

My friend lived at 122. We spent many hours over the fields.

 

About 5 years ago a well-dressed lady

knocked at  my front door.

She explained that she’d spent

her childhood in Borrowdale Road.

She asked to enter my garden

and there she started crying.

She looked around for a big oak tree,

but it was next door and they were out.

 

I lived at 36 Norrington Road. Does anyone remember me? 

 

The tunnel was built in Elizabethan times.

 

I lived in Norrington Road.

Those houses missing in Borrowdale 

line up exactly with one missing in Fitzroy Road

and another in Masonleys Road. 

You’ll find that the water from Elan Valley

is sent in big pipes underground to Birmingham.

That’s why it can’t be built on.

 

So why do they miss the numbers out?   

 

What do you think of the estate these days?  

 

I lived at 36 Norrington Road. Does anyone remember me?

 

It’s alright apart from the dog shit.

 

There isn’t a 36 Norrington Road.

 

 

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Laura Taylor

Wed 2nd May 2012 09:08

Love this Ray - only just catching up after being horribly ill. Structure's fab, love all the snippets

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Ray Miller

Sun 29th Apr 2012 11:26

Thanks for the comments.I borrowed no.36 from another thread on the same site. It was as if he felt he didn't exist unless remembered.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 28th Apr 2012 14:59

Ray, I really enjoyed this. Well caught in voice/s and tone. I have a poem in similar format (about 20 years old) and have dithered about sharing it. I am encouraged to post. Thanks much.

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Sat 28th Apr 2012 13:52


Think you have the exact feel to a message board here Ray..snippets of mixed conversations. Enjoyed reading the different voices and I reckon no. 36 was a troll :)

Anyways I enjoyed the read.

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Yvonne Brunton

Fri 27th Apr 2012 23:03

I think you've been eavesdropping in a home for the elderly ( very elderly!)- or were you just rehearsing for potential future membership thereof? A great ramble. I'd be tempted to call it a 'lost' poem. xx

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Harry O'Neill

Fri 27th Apr 2012 21:28


What do you mean - odd and melancholic?

Weird and completely whaco maybe - but never odd.

Blimey, this is a lonely piece!

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Ray Miller

Fri 27th Apr 2012 20:45

Thanks, Greg, Steve.I like to think my style is eclectic, Greg - I'm heartbroken. It's kind of a found poem, I've embellished a little. The empty space seemed symbolic of the void in people's lives - I can be pretentious, too!You're right, Steve, it certainly could be WOL. I'm sure to delve into one of those discussion threads for the next one.

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Greg Freeman

Fri 27th Apr 2012 12:04

A departure from your usual style, Ray. Is this a 'found' poem? Facebook can provide a rich seam of material. I like the sense of history and cacophony of voices. I might just lose the dog shit line, because for me it detracts a little from the plaintive tone of the poem.

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