photo by Paul Brookes

Jane Dougherty

Here are three rewrites of my poem Ogreave, which you can find here. https://timfellows13.blogspot.com/2018/05/orgreave.html

Acrostic

Old film of bloodied men, bare chested,
Run from horses, clashing shields
Green stained with red plays in my mind
Round turned the wheels until they slowed
Each stopping as the film stops now
And turns to turbines, offices and homes.
Victory was theirs; it crushed to dust
Each memory of those that fought.

Nonet

They charged as one, blue-clad cavalry
drew blood on unarmed working men.
We see old film, memories
fade now to black and white
flicker, flicker slow
and stop, replaced
by picture
perfect
homes.

Magic9

I weave through narrow winding streets
where men once ran from punch and kick;
caught on film, this army in retreat
scattered like our memories that fade
into these perfect houses, clean and neat;
my car wheels turn, the pit wheels stopped
a brutal and insidious defeat
lost in time and rendered obsolete.

How Did It Go?

None of them fully reflect the original, but have slightly different angles on it.

Tim Fellows

Bios And Links

Tim Fellows

is a writer from Chesterfield in Derbyshire whose ideas are heavily influenced by his background in the local coalfields, where industry and nature lived side by side. His first pamphlet “Heritage” was published in 2019. His poetic influences range from Blake to Owen, Causley to Cooper-Clarke and more recently the idea of imagistic poetry and the work of Spanish poet Miguel Hernandez.