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Peterborough
by Richard VinceA mountain range of clouds
Forms a natural artificial
Horizon behind the silhouetted
Factories and illuminated signs
Of the commuter belt that
Constricts the waist of London.
It continues as the far flung
Suburbs give way to flat
Expanses of fields punctuated
Only by a rough carpet of
Trees and a smattering of
Pylons, a mark of humanity
On unpopulated land.
The light moves west,
Leaving darkness for the east
Save for occasional sparks
Of stray electricity.
12/09/2006 Posted on 01/14/2007
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 01/15/07 at 12:36 AM I was thinking of Peterborough, Ontario Canada when I found this one, but really enjoyed it in its actual setting instead. The picture in my mind was vividly painted and skillfully described. I wonder if my late dad, from England, might have ever been there. Thanks. |
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