Wow, first week finished and seven poems completed, this is just getting interesting.
Cooling Towers
Massive fortresses, grey and grim
they reach to the sky, billowing power from within.
They fuel the commerce, they fuel the mind,
memories of pits and looms and child labour unkind.
But still they bellow out wasted heat that becomes clouded
in thought, obscuring the landscape, silently shrouded.
Colossus they stand with suppressed rage in the belly,
ugly, an eyesore, grimy and smelly.
But the unsleeping Titans reign supreme and aloof
and silhouettes on Northern horizons are enduring proof
that as they look down upon us, across space and time,
survivors of a past, a relic benign
that warm us and keep us and choke us in kind.
Linda Prince
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