England
England.
How have you left me?
Naked and bullet riddled.
And why?
Because I loved you?
Because I was born into you?
Because I was you?
But not now.
Take back your rose heart,
your bulldog stance
and empire tales.
I seek a new language.
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This is superb. As a Scot, it was very interesting to put myself in your mindset as I read it.
ReplyDeleteIf you haven't read it before, you should check out the poem The Old Language by RS Thomas - this one has a little of the same feel, although he wrote it from a different perspective.
Here's a link to it http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/8694-R-S--Thomas-The-Old-Language
Thanks Anna. I like the Thomas poem, I like the imagery of a decaying factory which has failed to progress the language. I guess it's up to the poets...
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