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Poetry

Monday

Salford, April 27 2020

Where did the weekend go ?

start of a week in a time of lockdown

quarter to seven – even the resident birds are still sleeping

a new feathered friend flies past the window

he mustn’t have got the memo

Right about now

Ra is popping his head up over the horizon

painting colours on the waterside

The hour draws closer

and I can hear the rumble of traffic

of essential workers

on the busiest road in the country

occasionally stopping

for petrol or snacks

at the metro mart

Auntie beat them all to the charge

Breakfast telly started an hour ago.

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Photography Places Poetry TV

Mediacity

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A Glass palace has been built

on the banks of the canal

it’s not for the royals –

but its not common or banal

It’s a place where programmes will

be written and played

and where young northerners

will learn out a trade

Where Drama – of Th’ Lowry

will be played out on screen

whilst players eat at restaurants

in buildings between.

And major networks set up in old port

broadcasting most of the national sport

from old Trafford’s cricket and football in day

to far off events in places away

These building is local – built up by the skilled

trained up by academy – in City and Guild

Taken over by companies of National Aplomb

plenty more lights, camera, action to come