Wednesday, 9 October 2013

The Traffic At Goosey Fair

A zirconium string: the Plymouth road clusters with headlights, lures the quiet passenger up from wordless thoughts.
Sparkle is created here, of a sort that will not rival any star: a mundane piece of loveliness: shine in a domestic setting.
In the cars whole other lives drive by houselights of more lives.
Something about that passing, that unknowingly shared point of time and space: the emotive commonplace in all lives.
Up the Tavistock hill they drive, looking behind them at the axled bling of carnival rides, hear the faint squeals from Goose Fair.

1 comment:

  1. You sure write good! There is a stroboscopic effect at work in your description that is absolutely stunning. Each still tableau is composed of opposing motions, momentary glimpses.


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