One country, two worlds (one poem, two parts)

Part 1
Stokes Croft (rap/hip-hop style)

My hat I doff
to the folks
of Stoke’s Croft.

Busy creatin’
urban landscape
worth sustainin’.

Big on street art –
makin’ statements
from the heart.

Form a republic,
people come together,
Tesco get drop kicked.

Staffordshire’s shards
now art objects
for Stokes’ bards.

Inclusive society –
leave alone the drunks –
Stokes Croft is free.

Part 2
Tetbury (Byronic style)

Master of his dominion, so adept,
dandying up the dainty Chipping Steps.
Takes his favourite seat at the Snooty Fox,
when newcomers’ arrival his eyes clock.
Silent posture marks his territory –
eyes gaze on females so predatory.
Puffing his chest out and straightening his back,
his bombastic nature hides what he lacks.
Proudly wearing Tetbury Tailor tweed –
class exhibition is clearly his need.
He is the huntsman, they are the quarry,
makes these anxious guests leave in a hurry.
Conservative and local: he belongs –
they’re not welcome, they sing another song.

Like Winston Smith, I look for hope enough,
and dream: “If there’s hope, it lies in Stokes Croft”.

Audio available from soundcloud: Part 1, Stokes Croft and Part 2, Tetbury

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One thought on “One country, two worlds (one poem, two parts)

  1. On a visit back to the UK, I spent a cold, but sunny, winter’s morning strolling around Stoke’s Croft. I had some interesting conversations with the guys at PRSC (People’s Rebublic of Stokes Croft), and purchased some Stokes Croft China. Along the way, I enjoyed the street art, and caught a flavor of some of the local life (some drunks were having their alcohol pored down the drain by the police).

    The next day, I visited Westonbirt Arboretum (lovely trees), and had lunch in the nearby town of Tetbury. While it is a picturesque town with high quality shops, a local in the pub made me feel most uncomfortable, and I had the feeling living here would be stifling. It made me so uneasy, I had a disturbed night’s sleep, and my consoling thought was to think of Stokes Croft, which gave me a sense of grounding.

    Strange the way places get to you.

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