By Mike Jenkins Bending, stoopingThanking his nothingnessTongue-lolling, supplicatingBaby-showering with giftsAgreeing, agreeingWearing his required uniformFawning and favouringHis flatulent commentsBowing lower than for a kingTaking his taxesLike blows on... Continue reading
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This is a poem from my latest collection of dialect poems ‘Igh Sheriff o Merthyr’( Carreg Gwalch). The film is made by Steve Jones, who I’ve collaborated... Continue reading
Image: Wikimedia commons By Mike Jenkins While they were dreaming of returning to ancestors’ orange groves While they were having nightmaresOf lethal insects hovering above ready to... Continue reading
by Mike Jenkins, with photo above by William Murphy I imagine you shaking your head At the stations and pub in your name In a... Continue reading
Whose Name? by Mike Jenkins Whose name on the bomb?Is it yours or is it mine?Is it the men & women on the lines?The factory owner or... Continue reading
This poem is about The Winding House museum in New Tredegar in the Valleys (see above), built on the site of the Elliot colliery. It is due... Continue reading
For Gaza by Mike Jenkins They dried up the terrainLike parched riverbeds with only names left They bombed the shops and warehouses –Every child’s stomach a crater... Continue reading
The Refugee Game by Mike Jenkins You start in your own land. What are you fleeing from? Pick a card: drought, war, famine,A callous, oppressive regime. If... Continue reading
Picnic in a Car by Mike Jenkins, with image above by Martin Gollan It’s winter,theyer avin a picnicin theyer car agen,im an erup Cyfarthfa Parkoverlookin-a lakeshaped like... Continue reading
Igh Sheriff o Merthyr by Mike Jenkins Ee wuz off of is trolley,shoutin in-a middle o Penderyn Squarelike ee woz a Town Crier. Ee ad all the... Continue reading
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