Tag: Poem
Tongue twists a grim night out Songs of the underpass, sung in a monotone on the mirror still canals Those nights when life went out For the give-us-a-chance young men…
Poem 134 of 230: RAWTENSTALL – SPRING 2001 A whistle’s “we are off” scream, Plus the sight and sound of steam Against a stone tunnel-wall, On the track to Rawtenstall….