Sunday, 18 January 2009

Border country

Dark thumbs the edges of evening
and the huddled houses sulk in each other’s lights.
Rain chokes the distant road.

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Claire Askew
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5 comments:

William Soule said...

A dismal image. I love it!

Crafty Green Poet said...

very atmospheric...

Dave King said...

The first two lines of this are absolutely brilliant. I am over the edge about it.

amanda said...

very nice!

jem said...

A couple of great words choices in this piece - 'thumbs' and 'sulk' are both excellent.