Not brittle or smooth
and resistant to a hit
the rock was a block
Water flows through the valley
crashing into the edges
Strong, tough, working hard
firm, fierce or so it seems
rock solid brave, thick
The keeper of history
a look into the pastime
A wonderland of
light, shimmering wealth that
comes from underground
Washing away sadness shown
making dark struggles unknown
Treasure hidden here
and me, yes you can looker
hide me again for someone
Caphouse pit baths are old
quiet still, like never before
Diamonds are forever
not for Christmas or birthdays
a miner I am not, luckily
This poetry chain was created on the Caphouse site
Of National Mining Museum for England. It is the product
Of a writing workshop held there on Sunday, 7th
July 2019.
