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Flickers and Flames<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sound the sirens for the smoke in the rain.<\/p>\n It enveloped the sky and the conversation.<\/p>\n It burnt brightly and stopped the trains<\/p>\n They came running with speculation<\/p>\n <\/p>\n To see the end of it all and the start of something<\/p>\n To see the anger and thrall<\/p>\n To see the men give it all or nothing<\/p>\n <\/p>\n They stood back on the hillside, ripe with fingers in directions<\/p>\n They watched the wind of what was said and where it was blowing<\/p>\n They saw the lights and haze,<\/p>\n They saw it all from that hillside<\/p>\n They saw it all glowing<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Cars with craned necks<\/p>\n barriers with breached streams<\/p>\n a flood of people with furrowed brows<\/p>\n holding back the screams<\/p>\n <\/p>\n And the man on the phone watching the smoke take it all<\/p>\n And nothing he could do as timbers fell to the pyre<\/p>\n And it came down with dust and calls of the end of his crumbling empire.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Light faded and with it went the crowds<\/p>\n Left were the reporters and the people for the emergency<\/p>\n Right next to the shards and the shroud<\/p>\n That covered the mess and hid the urgency<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The weeks came and went<\/p>\n The scaffold went up<\/p>\n The people in street whispered it was insurance<\/p>\n The papers said it was murky<\/p>\n The accusations rife in the workies<\/p>\n <\/p>\n They stood still and displayed thoughts of remembrance<\/p>\n Dusted down the black and spoke of the days<\/p>\n Let the town fall silent and bemoaned the misfortune<\/p>\n Asked that question but found themselves wanting<\/p>\n <\/p>\n For there were no answers<\/p>\n No reason or rhyme<\/p>\n As to why the valley saw red<\/p>\n And changed the light and chorus<\/p>\n Of what was said<\/p>\n And the chimes<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The people walked past and wondered the future for two<\/p>\n The last of it was knocked down after six<\/p>\n People stopped talking after twelve<\/p>\n The Council tarmacked for a car park after eighteen<\/p>\n <\/p>\n From time to time people spoke of what was lost<\/p>\n of the cost<\/p>\n of turning the tarmac into a Car Park<\/p>\n giving the tarmac some streetlights<\/p>\n to hide the dark<\/p>\n <\/p>\n After a while it was just another day<\/p>\n Just another thing to talk about.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n RichMyself<\/strong> is a 26 year old graduate in Journalism raised in Leicestershire and based in Cheshire. His work centres mostly around poetry, social commentary and short stories of which he hoping to publish later in 2013.\u00a0 This is his website.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Flickers and Flames Sound the sirens for the smoke in the rain. It enveloped the sky and the conversation. It burnt brightly and stopped the trains They came running with speculation To see the end of it all and the start of something To see the anger and thrall To see the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4986","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4986","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4986"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4986\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4988,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4986\/revisions\/4988"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4986"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4986"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4986"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}