Wednesday, 24 January 2018

Two Touching Tributes

Remembering Hugh Masekela, 1939-2018

Look back to the slum

that was Sophiatown, Johannesburg,

in the bad apartheid days.

Trevor Huddleston, the white priest,

bought a naughty boy a trumpet;

clapped both hands over his ears

as the black boy practised.

Hugh Masekela blew and blew,

his jazz trumpet sounding the joy

injustice tried to suppress,

making them dance in Africa:

I’m Not Afraid, Soweto Blues, 

No Borders; ever expanding

this legacy of love.

© Sue Norton

Sue Norton has had poems published in various magazines. She was a prizewinner in the 2017 Rialto/RSPB Nature Poetry competition.

Blackpool Rock

Blackpool rock
The name

Runs right through
Not with garish

Mis-placed pass of thought

That modernity is

Keep us warm

© Mark Coverdale

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Mark Coverdale was born in Darlington, grew up in the hills of Saddleworth. He now lives in London, writing and performing poetry around the subjects of politics, homelessness and social justice. Twitter: @cov_art Blog: