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Poetry Square

Poetry Square

Many of our contributed poems have had a square produced for them – a quote from the poem to help us share more easily on social media but also so we can display them in the game. This one is at the start of the 

Where is Freedom Born – Pete Cox

Where is Freedom Born – Pete Cox

Is freedom born in a fire burning a palace?

Another Town – C J Mawganson

Another Town – C J Mawganson

What can be done

Is there ever a way

To recover a town

That has long had its day

Octavia Hill

Fought hard for reform

But who will campaign

For a town so forlorn

The cars on the bypass

Are all we hear now

The grinding of gears

That drown out the plough

The betting shop shutters

Slam down with regret

Whilst girls in pink tracksuits

Smoke e-cigarettes

The greenbelt’s been sold off

The horse has been knackered

The buildings are crumbling

The people are tattered

No jobs for the boys here

No shifts at the dock

Who wants to invest

In a town they forgot

The meetings, the Quangos

The best talking heads

Can’t give CPR

And revive what is dead

They’ll call in the diggers

And knock it all down

Then make a big car park

Of this once proud town

Covid Lamb – C J Mawganson

Covid Lamb – C J Mawganson

They said that he died, the old man from the flats

Fen Blow – C J Mawganson

Fen Blow – C J Mawganson

Feel the Fen Blow bey…

The Houseproud Husband To His Wife – Paula Monger

The Houseproud Husband To His Wife – Paula Monger

There are silverfish in the bath, my love,
There are silverfish in the bath!
I can close my eyes and count to ten,
Or hold my breath till the Lord knows when —
But when I’m looking once more and breathing again
There are still silverfish in the bath!
I see breadcrumbs on the floor, my dove
I see breadcrumbs on the floor,
If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you twice,
The handbrush will sweep them up in a trice
And a spotless linoleum’s ever so nice!
But the breadcrumbs are still on the floor!
The hoover stands by the door, my dear,
The hoover stands by the door,
There are chairs to polish — and see those shelves?
They are never going to wipe themselves!
Do you really believe in household elves?
That hoover is still by the door!
(Mud upon the patio and grass stains on the rug;
Rainspots on the window and a petrifying bug.
Grease upon the hob and balls of fluff all up the stairs —
Won’t you even try to clean the ‘apples and the pears’?!)
And His Wife’s Reply:
There are dusters in the drawer, old thing,
They’ve been there quite some time,
With spray and bleach and bucket and mop
I want you scrubbing until you drop;
Now, no more arguments! Off you hop!
And let me end this rhyme!

Paula Monger