In this semi-surreal journey through the present and past, Henry’s narrator walks us through the seasons and along a section of canal in Powys, shedding a momentary light on some former inhabitants of an old workhouse. The poem opens in the modern day with an engineer working up a telegraph pole, fixing a line that […]
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