Ironbridge – Microfiction challenge #12

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Here is where my father lived – and died.

Here is where I learned to walk, to talk, to do as I was told, without question, without demur, without a thought for my own safety.

This is where my nursery rhymes were the constant thrum and clatter of gears, spindles, wheels and metal grinding on metal. This is where wool was not something to cuddle up to or keep me warm at night, but to wipe from my streaming eyes, the gossamer fibres burying themselves between my eyelashes as I dodged the never-halting carders and pulleys. Here, I learned that loose-flowing curls were a death-sentence, not a young girl’s crowning glory.

All is quiet now. The scene is pastoral, industry has long gone.

Thank the Lord.


 

It’s time for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge where this week she asks us to respond to this pastoral scene painted by Henri Rousseau. I had in mind the now peaceful, countryside scene that greets visitors to the fascinating Ironbridge Gorge Museums, once a hub of the Victorian industrial revolution. It must have felt and sounded like bedlam at the height of its productivity.

6 thoughts on “Ironbridge – Microfiction challenge #12

  1. We do have a daft tendency to regret ‘the good old days’ without a thought for the poor sods who had to suffer in those golden days. I don’t lament the death of the mills either. Good story 🙂

  2. That is really great. That third paragraph is fantastic. I was brought up in a mining area, back when it was a mining area. The houses aren’t black any more and the slag heaps are now green, slightly over regular hills. You really made me think of those contrasts. Thank you.

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