A poem from back in the day that features the photographic panorama of Oldham I mentioned in my last post. The couple we'd fallen out with were members of our coven and are now Ailz's friends on Facebook- and would probably be mine too if I had a Facebook.
FORGIVE AND FORGET
The worst thing that happened last year
Was our falling out with that precious pair.
We'd done a whole lot of things for them
And who can abide a benefactor?
Know what I mean?
So when I saw her
Stood in front of the panorama
Of Oldham in 1879,
(The only buildings I recognise
Are the churches and the Masonic hall)
It posed a moral conundrum, but
I thought to myself, this life's too short
For grudges, so forgive and forget-
Forgive and forget.
It felt almost right
To be hugging her and trading news
Of friends and asking after him,
The bloody swine.
The light came through
The glass roof of the gallery-
Rainy, colourless Northern light-
And bathed the blown up photograph
That covers twenty foot of wall.
So there behind her were factory chimneys,
All of them felled decades ago,
And new-built houses since pulled down
And marshalling yards now mostly grass.
The streets were bare, but here and there
Was a sort of thickening of the air,
A blurriness, a swirl- which is
What a time exposure does to people.