Tin Town

photo credit: chartist.merthyr via photopin cc

photo credit: chartist.merthyr via photopin cc


The mountain bears down, on the tiny tin town

Twinned with nowhere, turned out no one

No jobs anywhere, but nowhere to run.

Everyone knows you, but there’s nothing to know

Have a beer; suppress sorrows, maybe some blow.

Canal side ruckus, it’s them up against us.

Youth looking for meaning, eyes rolled to the ceiling.

Mam’s elbows up in old spuds,

That or scalding in hot suds.

Should’ve been more, but now there’s just chores.

Pint of Brains please, arthritis in the knees,

Hands dirty and raw, knuckles swollen and sore.

Sing in the choir? Seems things less dire,

But nothing will change; fair play, gas now, not range,

But still the same tin town, just going round and around.

Helen Treharne

I’m Helen Treharne, fiction author an creator of The Sophie Morgan Vampire Series. I live in South Wales with my husband, young son and rescue cat.
My books are available at all major digital retailers with soft back copies also available from Amazon, Createspace and other stores.
When I’m not writing fiction, I blog at www.WelshMumWriting.com, sharing my experiences of being a busy parent jugging working, writing, and more. Follow me there for my personal insights.

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