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Posted: 06 Jan 2024

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Lugubrious Afternoon

Lugubrious Afternoon

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 The Limbo Connection
The Limbo Connection club
The catkins in the pylon hum in harmony with the sibilant trees below.
5 months ago.
Steve Bucknell club has replied to The Limbo Connection club
The osiers are restless.
5 months ago.
 Steve Bucknell
Steve Bucknell club
The morose sky glows?
5 months ago. Edited 5 months ago.
 Steve Bucknell
Steve Bucknell club
Terroir: the taste of coal, tar.
A place reclaimed, flooded,
drained, flooded again.
The Dearne in sluggish spate.
5 months ago. Edited 5 months ago.
 Steve Bucknell
Steve Bucknell club
Elegant pylons walk across a red coral sky.
5 months ago. Edited 5 months ago.
 Steve Bucknell
Steve Bucknell club
I do well not to slide down the mud path and into the canal. Lost between the Dearne and the Dove I’m in a maze of mercury and silver puddles, trail-bike tracks, old sleepers, overgrown sidings. Used ground full of mirrors, the past, ghosts of wagons, cranes.
5 months ago.
 Steve Bucknell
Steve Bucknell club
Alder, hazel, silver birch; hawthorn, rose bay willow herb; brambles hook my feet. Silver birch again. The never failing potency of the list. Broomhill Flash, Old Moor, Ings Dike, Manvers Lake, the Dove, the Dearne, the Don.
5 months ago. Edited 5 months ago.
 Steve Bucknell
Steve Bucknell club
The miner turns in bed. The windows rattle. Ghost wagons run the inclines, switch and brake, switch again, shunt, connect. Under a zinc bright moon tons of coal were marshalled, recorded, assigned, moved on to Leeds, to Manchester and East to Hull.
5 months ago. Edited 4 months ago.
 Steve Bucknell
Steve Bucknell club
The miner turns over, pulls the night up to his chin, rests his aching back against the wall and dreams a white Egret in Egypt, standing by the Nile; dreams of Lapwing and Golden Plover landing in a pewter dawn at Wombwell Ings. Look over there, yes, there they are, raising their arms.
5 months ago. Edited 4 months ago.

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