For NaPoWriMo Day 20, the prompt is:
“Try to write a poem grounded in language as it is spoken – not necessarily the grand, dramatic speech of a monologue or play, but the messy, fractured, slangy way people speak in real life. You might incorporate overheard speech or a turn of phrase you heard once that stood out to you – the idea here is to get away from formally “poetic” speech and into the way language tends to work out loud.”
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Get away, get away, no scraps to eat,
Get away, get away, vile chimney sweeper.
Squirrel down the fireplace with hacking cough,
Get away, get away, tiny three-year old son.
Get away, get away, clean the soot well,
Treated as vermin, you know not nor why.
Get away, get away — two-hundred years passed.
And many hollows, still haunt chimney sweepers;
The dogs are fed, cats cradled, but somewhere —
The little chimney sweeper’s weep,
Broken spirited, choking on ashes, soot.
And modern toddlers cough, hurt someway else.
Get away, get away, we’ve a thousand things to do,
Get away, get away, nuisances only God sees as deserving.
Perhaps, some grandparent’s of a toddler, yet . . .
We’ve still forgotten. William Blake’s Chimney Sweepers.
Pretence and poison, do we value things, experiences over young life?
‘Get away, Get away,’ words unheeded not remembered,
Think they better, know they not;
None of us are better via religion, ethnicity, nor sense of reason,
If we don’t love the little children.
Get away, get away, let the chimney sweepers breath,
Let fresh air carry giggles, chimes in the wind,
No more work, not ever,
Only golden pathways to freedom.
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