Rain, rooks, viols
French grey rain dimpling olive puddles
The anemones and dandelions stay shut on the hedge banks
A rook stationed itself on the wire by the top of the telegraph pole
while the car carried the slow sound of viols along the wet lane
posted by Patrick Roper @ 2:15 PM
1 Comments:
These charms remind me a lot of Mervin Peake's Gormenghast...
"As pirates in the hot brine-shallows wading, make, face to face, their comber-hindered lunges, sun-blind, fly-agonied, and browed with pearls, so here the timbers leaned, moonlight misled and the rank webs impeded…"
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