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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Much love. XX
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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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After the coal is gone there is just the ash.
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Too true.
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Very well described. I especially liked the last line. Nice tanaga!
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Very nice tanaga poem, your image is beautiful with so much information in it. love it. Happy Easter.
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Thank you much love and happy Easter. XX
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I love how you highlight the northern spirit with brisk walks down memory lane. I’ve added yet again to my knowledge.
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“Pinched and poor we ain’t got jack” – nice line – it says a lot in just a few words. Well done!
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Thank you. XXX
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Sounds like the depressed coal mining community I grew up in in Pennsylvania.
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Well told in 4 lines!
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Yep….so few words and you’ve uttered here the words of those left behind when the coal industry waned.
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