CLINGING TO THE VALLEY
screes of shale
remain where
slag-heaps rose
the machinery
and the railway line
are gone
banks of bleak homes
some boarded up
seem to slope nowhere
in the Station Café
they laugh and gossip
tell tales of holidays
and how nice it is
to get back
rain streams
relentlessly
on rows of pigeon lofts
over the mountain
where the last
driftmine
still works
life takes wing
© Gerald England
Composed: Swansea, 30th May 1995
Publications
1997 DOORS OF THE MORNING (Pittsburgh, UnMon America)
1998 LIMBO TIME (Hyde, New Hope International)
1999 Unlikely Stories (Internet)
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