Sunday, 13 June 2010


Poem 182 of 230:  WALLSEND - AUTUMN 2001

Paying the canny post-six-thirty fare,
    I took the Metro out to old Wallsend.
The gates were closed when I got there,
    But I scanned Segedunum, end to end;
Then raised my eyes to the colourful jibs,
    Which - I heard on the following day’s news -
Are soon, again, to be used building ships,
    Thereby lowering our job-search queues.

(C) David Franks 2003

Segedunum, Wallsend; spring 2014

Jibs near Wallsend; spring 2014