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PIG IRON AND GRIME.

Contributed by moogster on Thursday, 11th October 2012 @ 06:33:07 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



The tall prominent chimney's
bellow thick choking smoke
upon a northern industrial town
where huge steam hammers
clank loudly
and echo all around.

A hive of activity
a city born of steel
from the hellish blast furnace
to the sparking grinding wheel.

The gigantic Bessemer furnaces
spew orange molten fire
on to the factory floor
pig iron is thrown into the greedy crucible
that roars when the steel is forged
as the flames grow higher and higher.

Men wearing goggles
and blackened faces
sweat profusely
muscles tempered
by years of toil and labor
ready tuff and able
back breaking work
to put food on the family table.

The filthy smog shrouds the city
polluting the river Don and Rother
and the air
building brickwork blackened by soot
coal dust trodden on underfoot.

It was either down the coal mine
or the factory floor
for the working class man
hardly anything more.

The workers terraced houses
dilapidated slums where poverty was rife
and rat over run.

From the little Master in his workshop
the buffer girls polishing the knifes
the overseer at their heel
all for the worlds demand
for Sheffield steel.

Peter Dome. copyright. 2012.




Copyright © moogster ... [ 2012-10-11 06:33:07]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: PIG IRON AND GRIME. (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 11th October 2012 @ 08:21:15 AM AEST
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Very sad but well written.
blessings,
emy


Re: PIG IRON AND GRIME. (User Rating: 1 )
by flavellm on Saturday, 13th October 2012 @ 05:50:37 PM AEST
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excellent piece


Re: PIG IRON AND GRIME. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 14th October 2012 @ 04:14:21 AM AEST
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Really old stuff, reflection of hard and notably dangerous labor which was allowed by law, or by no sane laws ever having been established at the time. Such turmoils still do genuinely exist today, even more heinous, as they are exotically trivialized, and kept in the shadows. Unconsidered, truth, considering, our shared past. Brilliant writing, a most absorbent read.

Cheers/ as they say!
Peace!


Re: PIG IRON AND GRIME. (User Rating: 1 )
by deusdeira on Sunday, 14th October 2012 @ 05:59:38 AM AEST
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nice one :)




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