a gothic spire modern-towered over,
still fighting for air.
where you can take a lift to the top of a cube,
lose landmarks, but spend a fortune on a glass of champagne,
a spaghetti-junction between north and south,
east and west, struggling to breath.
where a man once tried to circumnavigate 11 times
on a No 11 bus on 11/11/2011. He failed.
home to the largest Primark in the UK.
was once the Capital of manufacturing,
has a super hospital,
but paupers line the city streets.
regenerated, beautiful and busy
but no longer a city of a thousand trades.
forever the tired mule pulling the wheel,
keeping the country turning;
forever the beating heart that pushes the steel and iron
around the country's harsh brick veins.
a land-locked treasure chest of culture
bursting open its brass lock,
where the voices of every nationality
strike a sonic harmony.
Wonderful work, guys. It was interesting to see how seamlessly all your ideas and perspectives came together, and I think the order you decided on for the stanzas works really well.
Those who didn't attend the session - it would be interesting to see what lines you would choose to right, and where you think they would fit. Post them below or email them to me, giving an indication of where you would slot them, and I'll publish an edited version!
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