Tuesday, 29 January 2008

A poem

My friend Kathryn Turnier died on Christmas Day, far too young and with so much to live for. When her papers were being sorted out, it was found that she had written a number of poems, unknown by anyone else. They are very good. Here, by kind permission of her daughter, is one that made me smile. It doesn't have a title but I call it 'Yorkshire Girls'
Yorkshire water is very soft
And so are the hearts of the girls
They built the mills around it
And the work was hard
Weaving and washing, cooking and cleaning
The girls got hard hands
But they laughed
And drank
And danced on Saturdays
And wore short skirts in the bitter cold
Made puddings and parkin
Mothers, then grandmas,
With songs to sing
And tales to tell.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi WR,

What a lovely poem; somehow it seems to encapsulate the condition of the working class woman, particularly in the sticks......