This is the fourth poem from a larger collection of mostly new poems. This collection is an attempt to write a picture of England in 2017, through a series of poems about buildings, places and the stories they tell. It is based on my travel and research. I’m aiming for 100 poems.
I won’t publish them all online: I want them to appear in print. But – I want to give people a flavour. You can read others here.
Here in the model pottery,
within this brickbuilt O,
the process of making is
refined, closed, looped.
The circle is square:
each piece of ware is
by twenty five people,
and the distance from
hand-to-hand is short,
here men and women are
efficient as machines.
Alleyways are wide as cart and horse.
Each shop is closed, controlled;
even the air works well.
Here architecture is the
servant of art and science.
The Seven Oven Alchemical Works;
thick earth made to slip,
Boulton’s steam engine.
Rain saved in header tanks.
Held in the leyline curve of
the Trent and Mersey Canal.
This place is earth, fire,
air, water, metal –
Here clay is made into gold.
The Famous Dr Nelson’s Improved Inhaler,
pudding bowls for the war effort,
Ernest Bailey’s kangaroo jugs for Australia,
Copeland’s designs ‘as if from outer space’,
The globe is all over Burleigh Ware
and Burleigh Ware is all over the globe.