Back in 2021, I was commissioned at part of Bury’s Town of Culture to create a series of poems in responses to the history of the town- I realised recently that although they were performed and displayed at Bury Art Museum, they were never published anywhere so I am going to post all five over the next few weeks. Each one involved walking these places I am familiar with, reconnect with them and then digging deep in the archives to find hidden stories
Here is the first: Kay Gardens

Roll UP Roll UP
Step right this way!
Come and dance in the gardens
Come out and play!
Kay Gardens and the communion of cabs,
In endless procession.
A carousel of cars,
Around this crossroads,
These moments.
These interchanges of stories.
Where past and present collide,
To fight over the future.
Roll UP Roll UP
Step up to the ring!
Jump in with our boxer
If fighting’s your thing!
A tale from the past is calling to you.
With a roar!
For once,
The story goes,
A man fought a bear here and died.
And not too many steps away, in the belly of the museum, in an old dusty box
Are a pair of bear’s feet.
If the tale is to be believed.
Roll UP Roll UP
The circus is in town!
Come all to join us,
Come on down!
Spaces have stories,
That belong to those who tell them.
And if you listen you will hear them
Fighting against the calling of pigeons
the mods said, then the punks said, then the goths said, and the skaters said…
Then and then.
The next hat’s in the ring.
Around and around they go.
Roll UP Roll UP
You won’t believe your eyes
Play for the fun sir
Play for the prize!
Taking centre stage,
Is the momument to Kay,
Whose shuttle changed the world.
But the bronze figure on top is not fame,
It is an angel.
Carrying a barrel-chested bear fighter
Who was bested, broken and beat,
On one final journey
Around and beyond.
While the cabs in reverential black
Bear a silent witness.
All poems © Josef Minta 2021.




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