by Andrew Taylor
Tunnels differ out there
radio masts listen
for imminent threat
brickwork darkened through
years of northbound traffic
Birds gather on electricity
cables it’s heading towards
that time of night
the copse is settling down
the harvester has done its work
shorn and given over an active
continuity bales stacked in semi-
derelict barns green signal
on branch line shines
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Like the way this poem sounds, Andrew. The imagery rocks, too!
ReplyDeleteGreat images, great to read out.
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