A low mist wanders in
hangs around the station
ambles down the ginnels
muckys up the washing
sidles up to strangers
mumbles something murky
kicks the vicar's shins
steals the church collection
strolls into the Rose & Crown
orders three large whiskies
and waits
for Police Constable McNally
with his magical handcuffs
and his new Dispersal Order
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Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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Hi Colin
I’d really like to feature ‘A low mist’ on the Powiv website – if it’s available. But I want to make one polite suggestion: to bring it more into line with the Dreams and Dreaming theme, would you consider “dreamtime” (or “Dreamtime”) handcuffs in place of “magical”? Of course if that’s not appropriate, leave it as is.
All best ::Peter
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Hi Peter, have emailed you with an alternative suggestion. Best wishes
Colin
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Thanks Colin,
I love this poem! It made me smile, smile, smile.
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