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My Northerly Womb
Gritted pavements chew neath worn sodden soles Dissipating cardboard inlaid repairs Gravel chews at my thrice darned old socks Absorbing trudged blisters weeping despair This old northerly town of sepia and grey Drains unborn hope from lowered blank eyes As winter chills with her misted damp breath Cobbled streets lay neath smog’s opaque disguise Worn cobbles pierce thinly veiled tarmac refurb’ Painting generations of Lowry bald souls The hoop and the football once soul of the streets Replaced by generations that queue for their dole Chiselled grey faces reminisce past Jarrow march Regional poverty plants roots in the north Black and white photos of stretched terraced slums Slip through time and with modern streets morph Factories boarded, silhouettes stripped of their roofs Deliberate was felt this themed disrepair Shadows of hope eroded within misted times grey Monotony a communities subconscious despair Yet this is my home, still my dirty old town Whining milk carts, belched thick diesel fumes The scented soot coughed from open slack fires Cradles and frames this, my northerly womb
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