It's quite like in some ways although the swamp and shingle hardly works -
I suppose I was thinking of somewhere on the east coast, although there are
plenty of places
L
On 9 July 2014 16:22, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Welcome to Sutton!
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Lawrence Upton
> Sent: 09 July 2014 15:32
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> Subject: Film
>
> *Film*
>
> cars in a large swamped field, circling, multiple wash waves roiling the
> silt around junk, engines hacking
>
> an old man's head comes out between bars of a prison cell, too dapper to be
> genuine
>
> a wheel of fires, enclosing a dragon, rolling
>
> writing in the sky; eyes abstracted from heads
>
> low in the evening sky, the open grilles of a furnace door
>
> the cars continue, one stuck near a shingle bar
>
> glowing coals turn into windows
>
> a square of torches held over heads
>
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