To the mining towns of the North-East

Olden days way back coal slack
Derelict mines chimney stacks
Biting winds-the sand is black
Pinched and poor we ain’t got jack.

©Alison Jean Hankinson

This is a Tanaga for d’Verse, it consists of a quatrain made up of 7 syllable lines with same rhyme.

We are in the North-East and it is a post-industrial landscape, and this is a tribute to the blood, sweat and tears of the colliers who contributed to making Britain the First Industrial Nation. #northernspirit  #northernsoul

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Author: alisonhankinson

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14 thoughts on “To the mining towns of the North-East”

  2. We have an old Country and Western song called, “Coal Miner’s Daughter”. They were hard pressed to squeeze a living out of that ground. Your poem reminds me of that, and the company store that sold overpriced goods and the landlord who took the rest for rent on the overpriced hovels that were supposed to be livable houses. Whoops, I may be writing my own country song here.

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