Greenlane Poetry

All Saints 3pm
Bad Day
Bar des Sports, Charly-sur-Marne
Before and After the Watershed
Call to Witness
Carte Postale
Charlie
Clerk of Works
Dog in the Night
Easter Saturday at Festubert
Fargate
Force Nine
Forge Island
Four Chimneys
Half Empty
Homeward Bound
In Glen Howe Park
In Provence
Incident
Kilner's Bridge
Last Train
Lilac Time
Magpies
Mungy Lane
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North Line
Nurses
Outfield
Painting By Numbers
Patriots
Per Ardua
Pioneers
Release
Rememberings
Routine Visit
Runner
September
Silent Snakes
Spring Training
Start-1
Students in Crookesmoor
The Don at Swinton
The Festive Season
The Runners in the Fields
The Seasons
Treatment Days
Trips to the Seaside
Up Train
Valley Mist
Weston Park
What Love Is
Winthrop Park

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Valley Mist

The Marne is high
the early bell has called a meagre congregation
from around the valley sides
part hidden by the pall of mist
now rising slowly from the upstream town
the heightening sun defines thin plumes of distant smoke
on lighter ground where mist still hangs on Nogent
while on the northern hills the vines hang down

With their long howl
away across the river morning trains
have borne their burden
in and out of Charles de Gaulle
planes steal through widening blue and fleece
of cloud drifts over different lives
over those who worked the
sulphury grapes since dawn
who take the first glass of this holy day
and count enough the melon, loaf and peace




In the Marne Valley