A quiet place
where swans come to rest
And horses graze
Villages sit
above flood waters
A prairie scene from a Western
But it is too green
disused railway
disused canal
parallel well used road edge
the quiet place
Men shirts off play cards
In caravan park
Where women check
Washings dryness
Karts distant revs
Climb green hill
Between green blades
Ground is slag
Horizons triangulation points up close
Plaqued monuments
To abandoned mine shafts
Nearby empty new industrial units
A woman holds a breadbag
for the horses to nuzzle
‘I enjoy feeding the horses
But they’re not mine.
I don’t know whose they are.’
A swan
A swan
