I Thumbed The Road To Wigan Pier

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The frame is glazed with October 

hugging brick and black mackintosh, 

anvil noise, pedestrian crush. 

Train-bent, late and suddenly lost, 

I search my face for tell tale signs. 

Pulp paperback roof for my head. 

With pockets of galleon moths 

a jam jar collection of copper 

I thumbed The Road To Wigan Pier. 

4

Hooded shadow crowds, chalked figures; 

the slow curve of concrete rivers. 

With every breath I disappeared. 

Meet me in the orchard, she wrote. 

I lifted up my face and breathed. 

Tomorrow I’ll be wearing gold. 

cut and paste text montage Almost 311020 / I Thumbed The Road To Wigan Pier

1

The frame is glazed with October 

hugging brick and black mackintosh, 

anvil noise, pedestrian crush. 

Train-bent, late and suddenly lost, 

I search my face for tell tale signs. 

Pulp paperback roof for my head. 

With pockets of galleon moths 

a jam jar collection of copper 

I thumbed The Road To Wigan Pier. 

4

Hooded shadow crowds, chalked figures; 

the slow curve of concrete rivers. 

With every breath I disappeared. 

Meet me in the orchard, she wrote. 

I lifted up my face and breathed. 

Tomorrow I’ll be wearing gold. 

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Thank you to Gleam: Journal of The Cadralore, for publishing I Thumbed The Road To Wigan Pier, this month.

Thank you also to Free Verse Revolution for publishing Rebirthday and a cut and paste analogue Meridians & Parallels in Issue VIII. The hard copy is beautifully put together and can be found through LULU from December 28th.

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