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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.
14 months ago.
Steve Bucknell club has replied to The Limbo Connection club
The osiers are restless.
14 months ago.
 Steve Bucknell
Steve Bucknell club
The morose sky glows?
14 months ago. Edited 14 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.
14 months ago. Edited 14 months ago.
 Steve Bucknell
Steve Bucknell club
Elegant pylons walk across a red coral sky.
14 months ago. Edited 14 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.
14 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.
14 months ago. Edited 14 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.
14 months ago. Edited 13 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.
14 months ago. Edited 13 months ago.

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