TUESDAY: National Grid

BY JOSEPH DARLINGTON

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Tilting at cattle
Our train to London
Hangs from wires

Wires hover above
Curl through fields
Like contour lines

A pylon carries
A pig-pink terrace
Under tweedy arms

And the strings of England
Still strum
A tune of grass and oak

2 comments
  1. Nice, though I think lower case letters at the beginning of lines would suit better, keep the flow of the sounds, and the lines.

  2. What does the third stanza mean? The impact of a poem is in the eye – or ear – of the reader but I have to say that did find this a trifle precious.

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