Saturday, 20 April 2013

Bleak House

Blessed are the meek,
for they shall inherit
this barren land, devoid
of jobs, of training, and further
education.
Suffer little children,
peering from the trappings
of another’s misspent youth;
parting the shreds of a brown paper bag
of cider – counts as five-a-day? – sweetened
with an anti-depressant
or a cigarette on the way
to a dead-end
apprenticeship.
Blessed are the poor
of spirit,
stacking shelves to break
the monotony
of fertile wombs and
teenage mothers and
increased risk and
bullying.
Must I walk
in the shadow of
death,
as my footsteps echo
in this bargain
basement
Britain?

© Carolyn Cornthwaite

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Carolyn writes poetry, flash fiction, short stories and has almost completed the first draft of a novel. She dreams of Booker prizes and a life in France and blogs at wimpywriter.wordpress.com

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