Wednesday, 4 December 2013

Marvelling at the mundane

Today, a brief verse about something not normally deemed poem-worthy - gravel and railway sidings...

Of heaps and hoppers

Ballast-mountains aggregate
behind hazy gravel hills,
purpling their way towards the tracks –
unsettled dust
hungry for the hi-vis shovel,
to be held wagon-safe and shunted
chute-slid to cluster under creosoted oak
and snaking steel
with its clatter-rumble
a friendly helm of sound.

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