glimpse from the car by Peter HumphreysLike a furnace at dusk
the hooped tent bows
smelting the wind
blanketing the bog shroud
with blacker smoke
bleary faces peering
to the bleaker night
fire tongues
licking hedge thorn
nail bright her hands
flesh light skin.
08/05/2005 Author's Note: Until a few years' ago, it was not unusual, as we drove safely by in our cars, to pass traveller families living by the roadside in hooped tents for shelter against a hostile world. This is such a moment.
Posted on 08/05/2005 Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
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