Wednesday, 2 October 2013


Eerie Coalville

Dusk, certainly,
Yet masked
By a shroud, a moistness, a fog,
Which hung, motionless, like damp, limp washing:
And it shivered the soul
And damp wriggled into goal…
Dusk, definitely.
Yet masked
By a cloud, a haziness, a smog,
Which wrung, seemless, like grime, depressing:
And it enveloped the ground
And fug shrouded every sound…

Owen Street football ground, Coalville, where mist curled over and around standing enclosures and grandstands, then drifted across and below the floodlights.

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