Thea's a lane in Thanet that's called Poor Hole lane
That could be just as well mark the dead center of
Of The Isle Of Thanet
Starting in the 1300s the Plague - The Black Death
A Pestilence - that came to the Isle Of Thanet
Lasted for over THREE HUNDRED YEARS - off and on!
Sixteen hundreds it coughed it's last taking some Thanet tears with it away
To add to those laying in the mass grave in Poor Hole Lane - it were filled in
The plague had run it's course
At it's height - many scummed to die a horrible - horrific death!
A ditch were dug - a commoners grave - with no ceremony
On carts the poor were carried to be dump - rolled into the ditch
The name remains - Poor Hole Lane - to remind us of such times
In the sixteen hundreds the last visitation of the plague
The ditch - the mass grave filled in - closed shut - but not forgot by most locals
Poor Hole Lane says it all!

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith Of Thanet

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Written on 2020-01-02 at 17:14

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Ken, you can certainly tell a story with very few words. However, the words you choose are powerful in description and intense in their ability to create the atmosphere of the time. Thank you for sharing this history through poetry.