[Atarah]

Doug from Bispham posted this poem by Jeanette Winterson in 2006. I have never seen it before.


Accrington where did you go
Why did you change?
What did you do with the memory of my childhood?
Where went the warmth of mother hood

So many son, lost to the guns,
So many daughters, God brought us
So easily parted, the consumption taught us
The misery that dank mills brought us

Accrington where did you go
Your cobbled Streets
Bleak back yards
Unlit paths to memories roads

Deathly dark Pits that the Devil strode
Bleak graves where the grass as grown
Broken widows, broken stone
I miss you Accrington, you where my home