Grey surfaces take up a lot of here
Each clean fuselage lifts up
above dead Warks scenery
Shimmer then, white aluminium shell
cloud drapes folding in and out
energy noises against grass wildness
high up lights dry against soft air
A shiver Illegible rabbit faces are
near then gone
Newbuild hamlets are doing
pastel dream Victorian
someway down
Canley is next now almost becoming Coventry
gold
gold and pink stripes
gold dying off
I like my new red jumper's heat
In the seat opposite
girl unknots her hair
her attention inattention
She's not here
black smoke above conifers holding
tyre stacks working all about
a pile of fire
poplar trees in the raw, picture rhyming
flat nowhere as such
with scrub clusters showing up just
with the odd train smudge
going out for miles
Just for clarity, Warks is a common abbreviation for the County of Warwickshire.
ReplyDeleteIt is interesting to travel around your landscapes. I like the gold stanza. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant expansion of the realm of the voyage, moving a bit further out and at the same time -- what with the smoke and smudge you've put in our mind, as recollects of the dark heroic -- also back.
ReplyDelete(Pastel is thus extirpated, at least for the moment of imagination -- if the grass wildness, an attack from another quarter, had not already effectively banned it.)
Thank you, both.
ReplyDeleteIt's strange to think that British Rail were still making proper use of steam through to the 1980s.
There's few pastels I've any time for (with perhaps the exception of this bunch).
Great song, I do remember, and now you mention it, the name of the group did do a bit to redeem pastel as a concept.
ReplyDelete(No doubting the primary tone in the blood red stigmata on that ceramic Jesus in the video -- vivid enough to make Padre Pio go green with envy -- ouch, Lord!)
This is another Pastels tune that sticks in the head from that way-back jingly jangly time... echoes of earlier jingle jangles through the decades...
Puts one in mind of these lads from the same precinct, a bit later -- February 1992, and the rain here then as now, which perhaps triggers the recollection.
Proper smart pop music. Rain here too and the flood warnings are coming over the radio. Much of Wales again.
ReplyDeleteA keen eye and discerning language make for an eye-opening trip--thanks, WB.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Vassilis. Glad you're here for the journey.
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