Wednesday, 8 May 2019

Northern Palimpsest by Penny Blackburn

Bricked back lanes where council-covered cobbles peep
from potholes in the blackened tarmac skin;
rivers where turbine technology pins the ghosts
of shipyards onto Roman barracks; medieval battlefields
buried under farms, whose crops
are wheaten-stoned houses, unaware of any back-garden history;
nature reserves sculpted from spoils – a green veneer
for the lost paths of dark, drowned mines.

Beaches, untouristed – at first sight unpalimpsest.
Yet hid in grit-grey water, under the plane scarred sky

long settled onto the seabed, cold-boned shipwrecks lie.

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Penny Blackburn lives in the North East of England and writes poetry and short fiction. Her online publication includes pieces in Writers’ CafĂ©, Bangor Literary Journal  and Marsden Poetry Village and she has appeared in print anthologies by Batley Poets and Paper Swans Press.

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