On Seeing Manchester at Dawn

The sky's as charmless as a filthy rag -

as daylight breaks, the traffic shuffles filed;

pavements are tired and littered, bins are piled,

the clay-like Sun's first smiles with sadness sag.

The city's ragged as a vagrant hag,

and seems a lightless land for souls exiled -

yet somehow by this sight I am beguiled,

my spirits roused that in dejection drag.

I did not see - so hushful in the stone -

this loveliness I unexpected meet -

see these subtle charms all of their own,

that play around each weather-beaten street -

see in these buildings - that like flesh and bone

stir and wake - the city's hidden beat.

manchester at dawn poem by christopher laverty

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Chris Laverty

Mon 6th Jan 2020 11:55

thank you for your comments!

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Martin Elder

Mon 6th Jan 2020 08:47

I am with Tom on this one. It so refreshing, particularly as I can picture what you describe. I think rough hewn charms is a good way describe Manchester.
Nice one

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Tom

Mon 6th Jan 2020 08:13

Brilliant writing! Great to read something genuinely poetic. Thanks for sharing.

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Paul Sayer

Sun 5th Jan 2020 23:59

A very atmospheric write Christopher.

Captured as if in chains forged in the furnace and anvil of a skilful poets mind
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