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The Coventry Blitz (Free verse) by Caducus
Coventry exhales monoxide It’s grey umbilical of steel and concrete Strangles its Mother dwarf With children of the rising sun. Her three decrepit fingers Point towards God As the November sky Turns Luftwaffe gray. War sent its steel horses Riding over Coventry Our helpless voyeur Became unrobed Forced to watch The incendiary rape of Godiva. Coventry was ash Their was no Phoenix rising Just tenements for tudor And a cross made from the burning limbs Of St Michael.

Down the ladder: Tulips for Penelope

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Weighted score: 5.1788044
Overall Rank: 4908
Posted: March 20, 2006 5:04 AM PST; Last modified: March 20, 2006 5:04 AM PST
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[8] Ranger @ 62.252.32.15 | 21-Mar-06/6:48 AM | Reply
I thought I'd commented on this the other day...I must be losing it. The first stanza rocks; I see the factories/industrial side overtaking the more traditional aspect of the city, and also the smoke rising in spires - umbilical cords of smoke (and fire - rising sun).
'Decrepit' is perfect for the ruins, again it makes me think of (three) columns of smoke.
Not sure about stanza 3 - the passage about Godiva (your local legend) is really good, but it doesn't quite fit the gloom of war, at least not in my reading. It's a brilliant passage though.
Stanza 4 is great. Other than 'Their' (should be 'There'), no complaints.
[n/a] Caducus @ 86.144.226.63 > Ranger | 21-Mar-06/9:49 AM | Reply
the grey umbilical is the ring road strangling the city, the post war noose we built, the mother dwarf is modern coventry born from old coventry - the ring road stops coventry growing and the children of the rising sun symbolizes the imports of cheap cars from japan (as in the sun on the flag) and the death of our motor industry famed for jags etc) this is how new born from old can be a tradgedy for a city but it ends as cov being the city of reconciliation and peace nad forgiveness.
[8] Ranger @ 62.252.32.15 > Caducus | 21-Mar-06/10:15 AM | Reply
Ah. That makes sense.

Having not been to Coventry, I would never have got that - but on explanation it's pretty clear to see in the poem.
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