Friday, 23 June 2017

a town of time and sound, 23/June/17

as the sounds of a new town hove into earview I woke to the not-on-the-hour seven chimes of a clock somewhere streets away at 6.30am as it had done a half hour before every hour throughout the night.... two for half one, four for half three, six for half past five..... at least it was consistent...... consistently wrong.........

...... I settled back into having travelled back in time 30 minutes since yesterday smuggling myself across the border into (not-so) merry ole England from Wales unscathed..... but not before I'd fuelled myself earlier with hot soup and chunky bread in the shadows of Siabod in a mountain cafe and stocking up with journey-snacks of homemade slabs of freshly-made date & apricot cake and ginger slice........

... soon finding myself faced with the "erection to perfection!" exclamatory emblazoned and adorning a scaffolding lorry enduring the traffic...... my, my, now there's a USP that's hard to beat.... excuse the pun...... no doubt on their way to indulge their perfect erections......... and for those not 'down' with business-speak, USP stands for unique selling point.......

..... eventually washing up on the shores of the urban sprawl of the half-an-hour-ahead town.... perhaps since brexit the whole of England has reset its clocks half an hour later..... this orchestra's turning its strings.......... even the blackbirds have different accents.... and there strikes a soloist road drill, its thrumdrums excavate silence, a truck is reversing, the air brakes of buses, revving, a siren, while the drone of a breeze strains to hold it together and stop it from falling apart.......

..... the new town of new sounds and new smells sprouting around me still waking from half-asleep sleep......

© robert greig 2017

1 comment:

Martin Kloess said...

Are we awake yet (again)