Days of Hope

Smoke-towered horizons burn
into morning over mill-towns,
steel towns,coal towns
shut and shattered,
their shopping malls and terraced
streets gaoled in ambered time,
the busy-ness of their
busy days poised at a
point that once was,
washed over by faint hallelujahs
fading amens from choired congregations,
church and chapel echoing down
dust filled years of better days,
when a nation was catching up
to its future,yesterday’s tomorrow;
the Now that is becoming
chrysalised as not far not yet,
tactiled anticipation of an opening,
gleaming mirrored strand of continuity,
its promise appropriating this space,
this time,this Forever,
becoming real.

5 thoughts on “Days of Hope

  1. martin platts

    Yes a vivid picture painted with carefully chosen words presenting the true reality of vision .
    Really enjoyed this poem.

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  2. GEETHA RAVINDRAN

    The pollution is causing real terrible situations that strand the lives in cities. A good narrative of the dust-filled cities with hope to remedial switch over.

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