the gothic line
By celticman
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Dinner begins with a closed door
Smell of mince and totties
Worse than the dentist’s chair
Shut-up and sit over there
Plate piled high as a rabbit hutch
Dig in. You can never have too much
Da scoffs milk on the turn
His lip never curls
Fish flaking and boiled grey
Slaps out white meat
A piece of Mothers Pride
Disdains a fork
Attacks life with a knife
Stand up. Be proud.
Catholic. R.C. thump on the chest.
The only way to be
Those orange bastards
Brought up, again and again
The Gothic line
Side of mouth chant and spittle
Get Macnamara on the blower
That was his rant
You’d eat it if it was sweets
Wouldn’t you?
Wouldn’t you?
I’m talkin to you.
You listenin?
The Gothic line.
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Comments
Effective depiction of a
Effective depiction of a traditional Glasgow meal in your childhood? or a typical childhood? I can imagine the scene well. What does the term the Gothic line mean? Is it the line between catholics and protestants?
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feeling alightly sick after
feeling alightly sick after reading this...so a really effective pen portrait. I'm also not sure about the gothic line - maybe use something a bit less obscure?
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Very sensory poem - lots of
Very sensory poem - lots of tastes and smells. Brilliantly described.
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Hi,
Hi,
I didn't know what the Gothic line was either, so glad to get that explained. Interesting diatribe on the meal as insert says, quite effective.
HW
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Full of discomfort. I like
Full of discomfort. I like the Gothic line reference, it brings weight to it.
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Hi CM
Hi CM
Good poem. Food in my childhood was always a treat - although it was simple enough. But religion and family values were also drummed into us. And mealtime was the time to do it.
Jean
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