The ghosts of poets
roam the streets
in venues past
they used to meet
Up went the rent
it got too steep
all venues shuttered
closed for keeps
High rise apartments
crammed the streets
and poets shuddered
in defeat
All poets gone
hit alt delete
they don't belong
now closed for keeps.
A reminder of the creeping damage done to social cohesion
by the closure of so many pubs across the country.
Silence - where there was a pub,
No talk or laughter - there's the rub.
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<Deleted User> (18118)
Sun 30th Sep 2018 17:27
When times are tough, creative artists are needed more than ever and should receive support but it doesn't always happen.
Hannah