ChainA Poem by New DawnI come from a line of strong women, makers of nail and chain, forged of iron, their skin leathered by heat thirst slaked by ale. Babes suckled at molten breast, and fed sop, their milky white souls fired in the bellows until their outer shell hardened, moulded to anvil and hammer. And when Mary Macarthur called shame they marched as one a coal-fired army of bonnet and shawl 'white slaves of England' content to be slaves no more. I come from a line of strong women forged from nail and chain. © 2014 New DawnFeatured Review
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Added on February 1, 2014Last Updated on February 1, 2014 AuthorNew DawnUnited KingdomAboutI have always written to some extent. seem to be leaning toward poetry at moment. In my other existance I am a nurse , wife , mother of three. Just like to share and get back some constructive critici.. more..Writing
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