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Industrial Poetry

Iron

#fowc #iron

Rock in the mountain

fractured and hived out for years

for precious metal

heated up and formed

into many different

household objects

Heavy Metal in

sight of the green grasses

keeping the pets in

hardened metal ore

what’s its own achilles heel ?

coming from the clouds

Categories
Places Poetry

Abandoned (Derelict)

#FFFC #Abandoned #Derelict #Brokenwindows

with thanks to Aron Jäger@unsplash.com for providing the Image

I remember the weeks before the builders moved in

the children, were now learning – in bright shiny blocks

up the road in the next district

whilst the old building sat – a nest for the birds

and a target for vagabonds with little on their minds

smashed glass and vibrant graffiti the order of the day

as the old iron gates sat rusting

waiting for the wrecking balls to arrive

Categories
Canalside Elements Nature Photography Places Transport Travel

Elemental

Elemental

Salford 17th September 2017

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They cut through the Earth, to create this canal.

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Development led to a series of Basins being dug, which filled with water coming from, not only the canal, but the skies too.


Goods for the foundations, foundries and factories found its way here
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Originally , the Wind carried ships down the canal – using their sails, but nowadays these boats are powered by fuel…and its not materials they carry, but people.

Categories
Acrostic Colours Nature Poetry

Burnt sienna

#Coloryourworld #Burntsienna #CYW

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Some would say,

It’s your magnetic iron that gives you your character

Earthy qualities you most definitely contain

Never understated – heated from your ore deep in the ground

Noted painters use you to create a picture of

Artisans pulling you from the ground

Categories
Heritage Historical

The Blacksmith

The Blacksmith

A tale inspired by a visit to “Lark Hill Place” in Salford’s Museum and Art Gallery

The fire’s coals burn brightly
forging metal for the ‘smith
who fixes shoes for the horses
and the wheels for the carts they’re with
It can be dark and gloomy in th’foundry
when the coals dim their glow
but the iron fires up brightly
and on the anvil it goes
And he’ll fit the shoes on the horses
bashing horseshoes to go on their feet
and wont hit nails in t’ hooves till
he knows that everythings reet
For the shoes that don’t fit the horse well
end up back in the oven to glow
will the shoes in this rhyme, fit the horse in time?
Only the smithy will knowBut the blacksmith’s an honest profession
and horses, he’ll come to their aid.
Making horseshoes that are nice, set at the right price
ensuring that he gets well paid.