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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Mungy Lane

She reaches out
She takes the offered hand
And scrambles up the bank to where
The others stand in quiet
Contemplation in the stubble corn

No traffic din
We only hear the roar
Where distantly the Don drops
Foaming down a weir while still the sun
Glares thin above the stubble corn

Time standing still
A lark sings over us
Rising into blue sky fading
Into crescent moon as autumn
Comes apace to Mungy Lane

No-one speaks
Nothing need be said
Eloquent enough the river
Crashes down to Kilnhurst
Way behind the willow trees

At Kilnhurst there is
Nothing much two railway lines
Errant river wide canal
Mine and glassworks once
And now pink balsam at the water's edge
Distantly a skylark