Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Ten Driving Poems 3. Today

Through dull haze
the City has lost its gloss
the buildings dark like
smoke stacks, a backdrop
of hills like a slag heap.

Above, clouds packed
and lumpy, bumping along
northeast. To the south
grey curls adrift beneath
skeins of Persian fairy floss.


  1. Because I had it on a dessert at a local winery last week when we took Mum out for her 84th Birthday luncheon. And discovered Persian fairy floss is stiff like tulle and white. Should I call it tulle?