TYNESIDE POETS!

TYNESIDE POETS!

Tuesday 24 April 2012

ALNWICKDOTE


(for Jenny)

These rough stones,
carried for miles to build
such a Castle,
mounted on fields
of bittersweet slopes.

Stoned lions,
countrified gargoyles
hunch, unpouncing;
their stiff glares fixed
on us fee-paying visitors,
taking a stroll through
the dusty chapters,
the library dungeons.

And I would suppose
this afternoon to be,
for us, some piece of history,
both strolling through
crisis after crisis,
hearts beating heart beats
and blood warm, flowing
through us as we walk between
such cold walls,
older than a Duke,
but never as wise as this love of mine
nor as fragile as
that historic moment inside the Castle
when once you smiled at me
so wonderfully.



KEITH ARMSTRONG

Alnwick Castle, Northumberland

Thursday 12 April 2012

Northern Vowels

Northern vowels are hewn from millstone grit,

Weather well in abrasive atmospheres,


Build ugly words that’re intended to serve


Their purpose and then become nothing more


Than travesties whenever they’re converted


With southern consonants. Every one weighed


With precision in fear something extra


Might be given away; for all they are


Roughly dressed, each is chosen carefully


And slotted into place with precision,


Nothing wasted through mere casual use.


Being quarried from deep pits of silences


By short tongues with mutual histories


Of quiet co-operation, northern vowels


Tell blunt tales of this world as it is, not


Fanciful notions of how it might be.


While those who’ve convinced themselves their hearing


Is far too sophisticated to hear


Such low-pitched voices are also deaf to


Leaden base speech becoming transmuted


Through the true alchemy of poetry


Into that pure gold of a heritage


Rich enough to invest in the future,


Speaking plainly, in tongues, to everyone.


Northern vowels, flat as weathered gravestones


On which monumentalists have engraved


Stanzas as old ballads, new blank verses,


Promising, not matter how bleak the scene,


Sure and certain hope of resurrection.




                                                          Dave Alton