Recycle Central – a poem

In Yorkshire there’s a saying – where’s there’s muck there’s brass. It’s a county which has always been very good at recycling, dealing with rubbish and finding a way to make a living from it. Rag and bone men, the horse and cart, salvage yards, vintage shops – all are rooted in this old industrial place and have thrived for decades. Trends come and go. But nothing is as certain as mekin somat outta nowt.

Recycle central

Industrial landscape

Long gone

Rattling refuse

Bottles vodka

Cans coke

Being revived

Bulk movement

Thundering ground

Scrapyard thriving

Snickets, ginnels

Blossom pavements

Willow screens

Silent beck

In ancient pollution

The beautiful game played

Above

A conveyor belt of metal

Humans in cans

Oblivious to sound

Shunt by

frida

 

 

My entry for the UN International Poetry for Peace Contest

Listen                                                                                    

War

Makes

A sound

Twice Louder

Than my beating heart

Come make peace with me sweet desire

So that I may kiss your face when the dawn light breaks dear

http://www.un.org/disarmament/special/poetryforpeace/poems/gavrilovic/

Dedicated to one woman’s experience in Nagasaki, 1945.