when the rain’s between
fast wipers and slow intermittent or when it’s coming down so hard the fastest speed can’t cope the windscreen now a waterfall oncoming headlights just a glare then shadows out beyond the verges take on mass are transubstantiated into things of heft material effect you’ve glimpsed them sometimes and dismissed them figments flickering between the trees or hedges try not to be caught short to stop and walk a little way to stand back to the passing cars presenting such a tempting tidbit to the darkness. Peter J. King was born and brought up in Boston, Lincolnshire. Active on the London poetry scene in the 1970s as writer, performer, publisher, and editor, he returned to poetry in 2013 after a long absence, and has since been widely published in magazines and anthologies. He also translates poetry, mainly from modern Greek (with Andrea Christofidou) and German, writes short prose, and paints. His currently available collections are Adding Colours to the Chameleon (Wisdom’s Bottom Press) and All What Larkin (Albion Beatnik Press); his booklet Ghost Webs is due out from The Calliope Script later this year. Web site: https://wisdomsbottompress.wordpress.com. Comments are closed.
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