Local Poetry

Orwell's Wigan - 1936  By Sandré Clays

Up north
like a fish out of water
he trawled the canal
for literary fodder.

Absorbed the
slag piles,
heaving chimneys,
snatched inspiration
from depravation.

Some well-heeled locals
branded his work tripe
and wished
he'd gone to Warrington
or Bolton.

After the hype provoked
by 'Road to Wigan Pier'
he never returned
but took as souvenir
a pair of clogs
before he popped them.