We were writing early in 2024 at the time the latest sad news came from Port Talbot about clsoure of the steelworks. I had always been fascinated by the view from the footbridge at Port Talbot Parkway station. That bridge spans the platforms and you can stand directly above the many tracks running away far into the distance.
This project was my cue to write the poem about that view...
Making tracks
(On the footbridge at Port Talbot Parkway, 2024)
Steel lines run from steel town.
Tracks next to tracks next to tracks,
heading east as far as you can see, lines of possibility
side by side by side by side
all going ... anywhere else
from yesterday’s redundant steel town;
to family and friends in castles and caravans,
cities and country, some in foreign lands.
Furnaces are cooling, as smoke drifts away
people are leaving, leaving steel town
on tracks of steel, lines by lines by lines,
options side by side with prospects
wet lines shining in sun, tracks running like gold
away from steel town, leading forever away
far from old steel town. Lines carry trains full of people
side by side by side by side
always going away, only away,
all going one way.
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