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||Edwin Drood's Column
||16 July 2013
|While Edwin spends the summer driving Miranda through the Auvergne,|
Hugh Featherstone plays on abandoned railway tracks somewhen in England.
|The Beeching Report
My back against the western sky
I watch my shadow stretching down
the curving laddered track
from sleeper to oily sleeper, I
herewith lay claim to my thin kingdom
keeper of its dreams, long shanks and sheds
its weed-choked sidings and its beds
of mysterious rusting things
Sole ruler of this narrow realm, free
to skip and leap along this strip, this "Eng"land
snipped off Oxfordshire, the only tripper
travelling on the line is me
A kid in sandals, socks and shorts
with his sceptre and his regal thoughts
a golden child, a prince, the happy heir
to Beeching's much reviled Report
I piss my liquid mark upon a tree
and note the disappearing sun, then
grabbing my stick, the one shaped like a gun
run off home to buns and tea
From Bird under water, a selection of poems by Hugh Featherstone
© Hugh Featherstone
Another poem from this selection will appear next time the Drood's away.
The Bird under water homepage includes a foreword by Hugh Featherstone
and a linked list of the poems as they appear.
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