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Pandemic 2020

It will be an astonishing year for poetry, I am sure. Not mine. So many more people have found their poetic voice – or the need to put their feelings down in words. It is, after all, the most bizarre, truly aweful time we are living  through. Being isolated away from your friends and family, unable to see loved ones, even when they are sick in hospital – unable to even be with them at death – is dreadful. And still it spread.

Social activity stopped. No open mics, no pub nights talking ryhme and reason. And these are just minor things compared to the closure of shops factories and economic day to day living as we know it. So you could think, well no-one will be bothered about, or writing, poetry, then. Wrong. It is thriving more than ever. Poetry has always been an outlet for the strongest emotions – love to hate, anger to joy. So it’s bound to play a huge part in the history we are making this year.

We had to learn new skills. Well, I did anyway! Had to learn to use technology to stay in touch. To have meet-ups digitally, through Zoom and Google. I don’t really like it. But if you want to see anyone from outside your home – apart from the grocery drop-off man and a distanced chat with a neighbour – it has to be done on line.

It feels a bit monotonous, day to day living. So the chance to go on line to vent poetry with other like-minded folk is a bit of an occasion. I like quizzes and You Tube more. Less effort on my part for those, unless it’s a tough quiz.

Pandemic 2020

I’ve put away my winter clothes
But not got summer’s out
There’s no point wearing anything
If you’re never going out

I’m staying up till one a.m.
And stay in bed till nine
I’ve still got bags under my eyes
But otherwise
I’m fine.

We eat when we feel hungry
We eat when we are not
We try to ration out the food
And then we eat the lot

We lounge about in lounge suits
(Our clothes would be too tight)
Our visits are all virtual
Except for Thursday nights
Then we stand outside our doors
In praise of NHS
And the others we rely on
To get us through this mess

Amanda Samm 2020

Sample Poetry

You may notice, as you flick back through the poem page, that several poems are only half there, or just samples.

I am in the process of adding them back to full versions. But if you can’t wait, they are all in my book “Candle”, which is for sale ONLY through this web site. Just go to SHOP on the top menu.

Any thing added after publication (November 2019) is here in full. Many of thiese will be “lockdown poems” written during the 2020 Pandemic. I wonder what it will be like to look back on these in years to come.

 

 

 

Tales from the Signal Box

I’m putting together a collection of poems written by my Dad, Charles T Broughton. He was a railway signalman and in between his busy lever pulling and wire messaging he would write down in verse his thoughts about his work and colleagues up and down the line. At some point I hope to make it into a book, to include copies of  his handwritten verses. (You can see one of these in the gallery. It may be of interest to railway workers and signalmen, or anyone interested in railwayana in Sheffield area. The poems were written from his box at Orgreave between 1939 and 1953. (on the back of British Rail and LNER report paper!)

If interested you can contact me info@yorkshirepen.co.uk and I can send you a link to download the PDF

He later worked at Tinsley Marshalling Yard box, from it opening in 1965. He died in 1974, age 63

Charlie at Tinsley Yard Signal Box

 

Here’s a sample from “Controllers”  from 1945

A signalman down at Woodhouse West

Has made himself an awful pest

He wrote the super every day

To get the job he sought as a

controller

 

The super said “His face haunts me

Lets give him the job so that he

don’t worry me about his brain

Let him be a bally* train

controller”

 

Since he had the job he sought

Trains have not run as they ought

I’ll tell you about it in a bit

But drivers say that they can spit

controllers

 

*bally – my dad’s only curse word. Crops up often!

There’s another three verses to this one.

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Bathroom

so tired tonight
day five of renovations
and aching limbs
skin tight
eyes closing
mind dozing
heavy head
really need a shower
must go to bed
perhaps another forty hours or so
the bathroom will be done.

15/02/2020

Updated – see full saga in the poem section – and keep checking back – this may run for some time!