Around the gaudy roundabout we go.
Dudley Castle does its old joke again
and above the town
the brown horse tumbles up, so gauche, with a belly full
of helium
toward the clouded over Sun.
That horses-arse-ish helium balloon seeming so corroded and indeed almost leaden (however allegedly Edenic) it made the prospect of a Sunday Black Country outing seem a flight into an earlier industrial, yet somehow oddly better, more roundabout, limestone-remembering pre-Olympian sort of bus-riding time. But in a good way.
For a great image of Dudley Castle from the Bus Station, go to this link:
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ReplyDeleteThat horses-arse-ish helium balloon seeming so corroded and indeed almost leaden (however allegedly Edenic) it made the prospect of a Sunday Black Country outing seem a flight into an earlier industrial, yet somehow oddly better, more roundabout, limestone-remembering pre-Olympian sort of bus-riding time. But in a good way.
Up, Up and Away, then!
It was a poor scrap of a thing, but lovely to see, nonetheless.
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