karen sinclair

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Dartford - Poem by karen sinclair

You sit as a grey silent rushing stream
Of concrete, metal, with grey marbled sky
Leaning undefinable towards the Payne's charcoal
Landscape
So relentlessly
Created by man's coarse fingers and mind
Were you ever Mother nature's emerald green belt?
Which swooned around Londinium
As black ravens scour your barren ribs
To pluck the last few morsels of flesh
As thread bare conifers nearly scratch the sky
Whilst containers muted litter the landscape
And giant neutral windmills turn as propellers on a jet
Which never reach
Anywhere
But the eye
As your concrete snakes
Tunnels and fly-over
Roundabouts here and there
Lit by splashes of Red
Green
Amber
As emergency blue
Screams in my rear view
Mirror
Just follow the
White line that pushes past this place
Of just passing Dartford
Just on the outskirts of London


Poet's Notes about The Poem

One of my favourite stretches of road leading to London. It always has an eerie air about the place.

Comments about Dartford by karen sinclair

  • Silver Star - 4,024 Points Valerie Dohren (3/13/2013 4:00:00 PM)

    Never been to Dartford, but it sounds grim, much like many other such places I guess. Interesting write Karen. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Owain Glyn (3/10/2013 4:53:00 AM)

    I previously lived in Bexleyheath, so I know Dartford well, you describe it perfectly! (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,107 Points Diane Hine (3/4/2013 4:54:00 AM)

    Even dismal places have appeal if they are en route to somewhere you like going - I hadn't quite thought about it like that. Good poem (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,284 Points Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (2/28/2013 2:07:00 AM)

    What a depressing bit of landscape (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 432 Points Danny Draper (2/28/2013 1:34:00 AM)

    What a great poem, the mood and uncertainty, the alienation, the musing of a distant past. The great and thoughtful lines:
    Created by man's coarse fingers and mind
    Were you ever Mother nature's emerald green belt? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 27, 2013


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