Back to the Past
A Saturday workshop for Y5s held at Radstock Museum.
A few thoughts from participants
Deep, dark, I’m
scared.
In a mine, where
no one can hear me scream
BANG! CLUCH!
CLUCH! PLEASE I shout with my life in danger
So then I
try to spring,
Out of my
skins through the narrow hole I come out to the sunlight
Hardly clean
S.H.I.
Dark and
dusty mine
Underground,
completely lifeless,
No one to
reassure you, when you’re in agony and pain.
Blood on my
aching legs,
Rope gnawing
away at my skin causing cuts, burns and savage scratches.
When the
siren goes off I clamber out of the small, tight hole.
Sunlight warms my dark pasty face causing lovely happiness,
in my deep sorrowed spirit.
J.S.
A deep dark cola mine, screaming with noises. Tiny spaces of
work for me. The amount of coal we’ve dug still ain’t enough money’s worth.
Quick, it’s 5 o’clock! We need to get home before the shaft shuts for the
night! Hurry!
J.Y.