One is now home and the other is a birthplace,
Between here and over there rests a conscience.
Two traditions but so very different in attitudes,
One immersed in new politics but a broken history.
The other blending itself with progressive changes,
Silk Town treasures woven into fresh new heritage.
Belfast has fragility with a more peaceful direction,
Old habits and animosities still raise voices of dissent.
The colloquial warmth and ordinariness has been lost,
Tourist frenzy has engulfed what was once a hometown.
Familiarity has had its heart ripped out and rebranded,
Fabricated zones embrace made-up hens and wild stags.
It’s odd walking in cold shadows as a revisiting stranger,
Recognition finds a welcome on Macclesfield’s cobbles.
Peaks and Plains with their forty shades of country green,
Mills stand alongside the meandering canal with its charm.
Treacle Town revives past festivities with united energies,
The Market Place comes alive with annual family events.
Colourful stalls entice with Cheshire’s cheesy local produce,
Barnaby Carnival recalls a busy past remembered in silk.
Music’s roots bring joy to new waves and old time blues,
The accent of belonging rests amidst two different locales.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 05/03/2015
Poetry Jam Prompt: ‘Local.’..