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LANDSCAPE: A TOWN IN
THE RAIN Taken from the 1973 Bonnet Guild Festival Guide |
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the slatey roovs of the shadow grey street. It falls and runs in shining fury through the singing-guttered town. Seagulls circle wheeling damply as grey sky-tides around them shiver. The town glows slivered, cellophane-grey Slow, singing streets In the sky song ring And the booming hills round thunder banging look down frowning on the drowning town As the serpent cables southwards shaking Borne aloft on striding steel Over the clustered, green-mopi drip-drop tree-tops the steet cuts sharply upwards welded to the stirring, molten metal sky. It flows gently, rain. song sweet This Landscaped townscape all around and lies gently jewelled in ringing shadow
This slatey, cellophaned,
singing town.
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