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
first
first
first
first
first
first
Force Nine
Forge Island
Four Chimneys
Furnaces
Half Empty
In Glen Howe Park
In Provence
Incident
Kilner's Bridge
Lady
Last Train
Lilac Time
Magpies
Mungy Lane
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 Lavender Feast at Saullt
The Runners in the Fields
The Seasons
Treatment Days
Trips to the Seaside
Up Train
Valley Mist
Weston Park
What Love Is
Winthrop Park

--chosen-work--

Four Chimneys




I know where we are- we are at four chimneys
yes but this was once the water meadows
when the shoaling Don held up the
vessels plying from the coast


what she saw was that four chimneys
black and then the sky less dark
what she did not see was
swifts that wheeled with martins
in the troubled sky swallows
in spirals over willow trees

What she could not see was flags
that cracked and factory smoke
in rising breeze

Often she would say
What she never saw was ever changing
landscape in the clouds
the mystery of a million awesome stars
at fall of night

What she never knew or never said
was how we came to be the way we were
or by what judgement some were blessed
and some denied

What she knew was for a moment dark was light
we were at four chimneys