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Gateshead Gate - Crash

These steep hills are part of me Where I learned to ride a bike And gazed over the industrial haze And ice-dammed the steep melting streets So the toy boat couldn’t Drift out of control downslope. Now, like snow in June - Uninvited, unwelcome, unmanageable, Smothering crocuses and new flowers of spring - A cold draught from A half-opened door into this cosy room, They burst like unwelcome guests Into my dreams Into my life of wine and cheese And curtly demand fish and chips. My inner party abruptly Gate-crashed by Gateshead, my Self-congratulatory speeches Interrupted by raucous Geordie noise From familial, understood, known, Predictable, and long-forgotten Relatives who turn up of a sudden At a wedding and old fights reawaken; Familiar like a cousin Not always pleasant and warmed. Steep hills and sudden Gouged by ice, and water-formed - This is no civilized landscape gentle With demesne and orchard And sun-kissed downland mantle; It is the terrain of warfare, Of Northumbrian tearing at Scot Of Hadrian walling off the terrifying Pict, Where the sea is held by Marsden’s cliffed form And Cullercoats huddles in fear of a storm where All my hull of well-rounded vowels comes adrift gaping, And the keel of my flat northern burr is exposed; And the long years of barnacle scraping Have left only a superficial gloss of paint there. The steep hills of Tyneside, Green but not the hills of home : Uninvited they come, like guests gate-crashing, Spoiling the illusion of civilization Overpainted onto a canvas Woven in Gateshead from the strings Of Hood Haggie’s ropeworks. ..................................................................................... Recently I have noticed that distant memories of childhood tend to return inexplicably, and unwanted. I hated that dismal town, yet I have long realized that the gloss of education and travel of a lifetime does little to disturb my established character, largely formed from that town’s environment. NOTES Gateshead = large dismal industrial town in the Tyneside region of northern England. 'Geordie' = anyone/anything from Tyneside. Northumbria = an ancient kingdom in that region, frequently at war with Scotland. Roman emperor Hadrian built a wall across England to keep out the Picts, 117 AD. Marsden = a seacoast district near Gateshead with 200 foot cliffs. Cullercoats = fishing village on the coast near Marsden. Hood Haggie’s = a one-time very important rope industry in Gateshead

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Date: 4/13/2013 10:59:00 AM
Makes me want to visit Gateshead.
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Date: 4/12/2013 10:32:00 PM
nice to see you here. Enjoyed stopping by this evening. Thank you for sharing, ~Always & Forever *LINDA
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