Milk – Tales From The Urban Prairie #4
I’m working on a series of poems and short stories about life on Kelvin Flats, a Brutalist multi-storey housing estate that I lived on for most of the 80’s. I’m not going for the traditional slagging off of life on Council Estates as I enjoyed my time there immensely.
Milk
By the time I got there,
the walkways, built
to accommodate
milk floats for the daily
pinta, were no longer
served by the Express
or Unigate. The Presto
was cheaper and the new
lighting hung too low
causing the floats
to crack and break
the plastic housings’.
Betty on Edith Walk
bought garden furniture
and left it out
for the oldies like her
to rest and watch
the traffic jams
along Infirmary Road
after shopping trips
for cheaper milk;
more costly on their
shaking limbs than
tight purse strings.
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