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Liz Berry

BIRMINGHAM ROLLER

BIRMINGHAM ROLLER

BIRMINGHAM ROLLER

Wench, yowm the colour of ower town:
concrete, steel, oily rainbow of the cut.
 
Ower streets am in yer wings,
ower factory chimdeys plumes on yer chest,
 
yer heart’s the china ower owd girls dust
in their tranklement cabinets. 
 
Bred to dazzlin in backyards by men
whose onds grew soft as feathers
 
just to touch you, cradle you from egg
through each jeth-defying tumble.
 
Little acrobat of the terraces,
we’m winged when we gaze at you
 
jimmucking the breeze, somersaulting through
the white breathed prayer of January
 
and rolling back up like a babby’s yo-yo
caught by the open donny of the clouds.
 


Note: 

Black Country : Standard
yowm : you are
cut : canal
tranklement : bits & bobs or ornaments
onds : hands
jeth : death
jimmucking : shaking
babby : little child
donny : hand     
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BIRMINGHAM ROLLER

Wench, yowm the colour of ower town:
concrete, steel, oily rainbow of the cut.
 
Ower streets am in yer wings,
ower factory chimdeys plumes on yer chest,
 
yer heart’s the china ower owd girls dust
in their tranklement cabinets. 
 
Bred to dazzlin in backyards by men
whose onds grew soft as feathers
 
just to touch you, cradle you from egg
through each jeth-defying tumble.
 
Little acrobat of the terraces,
we’m winged when we gaze at you
 
jimmucking the breeze, somersaulting through
the white breathed prayer of January
 
and rolling back up like a babby’s yo-yo
caught by the open donny of the clouds.
 


Note: 

Black Country : Standard
yowm : you are
cut : canal
tranklement : bits & bobs or ornaments
onds : hands
jeth : death
jimmucking : shaking
babby : little child
donny : hand     

BIRMINGHAM ROLLER

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