I glance at the Daily Worker
across the railway
from my office window
open my post, clear my in-tray
check the galley proofs —
an article about dockside cranes
size up copper blocks
bleed the pictures off the page
like the crimson reaper
edit copy on a clapped out Olivetti
choose the type-face —
wonder if you pay union rates
read about the Cold War —
flirt with Vladimir Script
This poem is published as part of National Poetry Day 2012, theme: stars.
In the ’60s Angela Croft worked in one of the many publishing houses in Clerkenwell as an editor of trade and technical magazines, opposite the offices of the Daily Worker. A few years prior to it being relaunched as the Morning Star, she heard a bomb go off in their building as she sat at her desk. Born in Surrey and experiencing a childhood split between north Wales, Cornwall and London, Croft was shortlisted for the Bridport Prize in 2009 and is widely published.
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