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R.N. Allan

R.N. Allan lives in Staffordshire. His poems have appeared in two Arts Council anthologies.

Poem: ‘Ironbridge’

R.N. Allan, 1 April 1983

What great snout of ice Once nosed through this gorge I cannot imagine, but it left Sabrina narrow-waisted for men To span after their fashion.

Abraham Darby’s three hundred And eighty tons of lacy iron Make an elegant clasp now, but The names of Coalbrookdale, Coalport and Bedlam Furnaces Still catch the throat with Acrid smoke and the valley’s A museum of sad defiant mills, Like...

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