Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Carried along (Day 651)

Once there, railways carried you 

along from the southern border 

to the northernmost tip, 

winding past fields and beaches, 

but never woods, no woods.

From time to time, you were

deposited in small towns, 

to admire the unique islands 

of culture, where brilliant rows 

of gilded street lights shone, and 

blue-fingered women, suspended 

from crimped celadon roofs, 

wrapped pale marble colonnades 

in handknitted swathes of wool, 

to protect them from the cold.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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