Bath by candle light

[billy]

i remember these times.

The lights have gone the house is out, i like the image of this and how it imbues the house with life
the power heard the miners shout.
Police shields and barricades,
black lungs and early graves, i think this is an excellent opening stanza

Maggi cry’s close them down, should it be cries or maggi's cry?
nothing left in this town. i suggest add 'there's' to the beginning, of course it could be my rhythm that's not playing ball
Scab, scab, scab, hate, hate, hate,
mouths to feed, no food on plate.

Wiper blades, smearing eggs,
police hats, Yorkshire men’s heads
Terrified faces turn in shame,
dark dust eyes cry the same.

Industry giants now fast asleep,
veins are rich but coal is cheap.
Banners and Placards, meanings lost.
A warehouse for Europe, fuck the cost.

a solid poem of the miners strikes in 84, i liked the earthiness of it and i think it captures and image of what was happening at the time. the last stanza felt a little forced and i think i'd have liked to see it end in the same vein ( if you'll excuse the pun) as the rest of the coal miners plight as was used in t' firsth three verses.

thanks for the enjoyable read , lots to like in it.