By Alex Keelan
Location: Weaste Metro stop, Salford
Weaste not blessed with colour
Industry fills its heart.
With often a funny odour
Yeastie industrial fart.
I took a photo of my sister by the met stop on our way into town
I used my new four-lens camera and snapped as she turned around.
Action shot with light streaming through the newly planted tree
The four images made Weaste look beautiful to me.
It revealed nothing of the grey industrialness
Nothing of regeneration, old meets new broken community mess.
It looks beautiful and bright
No flat-pack new development flats in sight
No gated communities to keep out the masses
No shopping trolleys in the street and broken glasses.
Just a colourful image for your eyes to feast
No waste and yeast equal Weaste.
Alex Keelan works for Manchester City Council and writes in her spare time.
7 responses so far ↓
1 joelfrancois // July 29, 2009 at 6.44pm
I thought it was a very beautiful poem and it cheered up my day.
2 franhoughton // July 30, 2009 at 11.56am
a beautiful poem! x
3 Jo Savage // July 30, 2009 at 10.23pm
Love this poem! x
4 eileen houghton // July 31, 2009 at 12.24pm
A glimpse of beauty and light in the midst of the urban sprawl. Lovely.
5 mark page // August 8, 2009 at 2.11am
Liked poem although confused as to the reference to “industrial” Industrial conjures images that are no longer relavent to Salford. Grey weaste? perhaps no more these days than anywhere. Old weaste, Red weaste, Hospital Weaste, Eccles new Weaste, Red Devil Weaste, THE WEASTE, St George’s flags and scrotes and all…….
6 Alex Keelan // August 23, 2009 at 9.37pm
Hi Mark thanks for your comments, you are right there is much more to Weaste, the poem is talking about Weaste from the perspective of Eccles New Road, by the tram stop.
7 Olthwaite // November 13, 2009 at 12.56pm
“No waste and yeast equal Weaste”
I love that line, especially the sounds of the words. Enjoyed the poem.
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