(For the National Coal Mining Museum)
With the museum closed for the moment
It might seem there’s no light in the mine,
When, into the gloom, steps Saint Valentine
With a bouquet of roses to be sent.
For whom? For where? The miners’ lamp maybe,
For its glimmer of hope. But then there is
The crystal-bright singing of the canaries;
Or, perhaps, coalmining community
Could be marked in Parkinson’s Yard. Come rain,
Shine or Covid, horse-keepers understood
The needs of Fynn, Eric, Ernie and Bud.
A bouquet for colleagues ‘til we meet again?
And the penny counters deserve a spray
Of roses on Caphouse Valentine’s Day.
This sonnet is composed from lines supplied by staff and volunteers of the National Coal Mining Museum.