Brian Dodds

Rookie - 0 Points (Northern ireland)

Brownfield Morning - Poem by Brian Dodds

Cold stinging rain beats on pot-holed tarmac.
Down at the corner, opposite the pub,
they're throwing up another samey clutch
of pokey des-res boxes, muddy birth-pangs

masked by hoardings festooned brightly
with artist-impression dreamscapes, offers
of a five-percent reduction for first-time buyers.
Artics squeal to a stop at the lights, pump

particulates along the pavement. Soon, traffic
will shake naff ornaments on plastic Adams mantlepieces,
on a site where once men forged bright steel
to build a world that crumbled as they aged.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 21, 2005

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