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Fire and Steam


Grinding metal
Hissing steam
Stained black faces
Bodies lean
Wheels that ran on
Rusting dreams
Through an age
When money preened
Look inside the flame
Of progress
Heat of revolution
Noticed
Coated with a sheen
Of labour
Coal thrown through
Then all is vapour
Vanishing era that shrank
By Beeching
Consigned to history
Assigned for teaching
Out of the gloom
She snorted once more;
Into a vortex we assume:
Fireball finds the trapdoor.
By Stephen Holloway
9th competition

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

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