On the eve of a new year, the source of a northern tradition of 'first-footing' (Viking origins), I give you a shrine to the first foot's good luck symbol Coal.
Coal House
The metallic clatter generates adrenaline,
followed by hinges screaming protest,
and the door’s mood sullen,
semi-sealed by the ubiquitous black dust.
Looking in - no visible horizon,
no great vista at all,
scarcely a view to the mizen,
like sea fret, dust is overall.
What is hiding in the murk,
beyond usual visibility,
a tale of overwork,
rather than a romantic story.
The dust is the key,
unwanted effluent of a process,
can exact a priceless fee,
all to claim king coal access.
It enters the skins pores,
is breathed into the lungs,
influences simple chores,
and can be tasted on our tongues.
It falls to earth in the rain,
even coats the bark of trees,
causes mother to take in washing again,
is carried on every breeze,
Of this coal house reveals nothing,
standing part filled yet hungry,
a filthy altar not for worshipping,
but ruling our lives absurdly.
©David L Atkinson
December 2025
First Foot
A tradition of sending a handsome dark-haired man out of the house just before midnight on New Year's Eve, with a piece of coal, a loaf of bread and some cash. He is to be welcomed back in once the New Year is in. The coal for fuel, bread for food and money for prosperity.
God Bless
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