This is an interesting short story with a bit of poetry mixed in. Reblogged from https://tallissteelyard.wordpress.com
I can remember my first sight of the estuary road. It’s a short length of cobbled road, the cobbles laid between timbers and the timbers held in place by great piles driven into the mud. There’s not much left of it nowadays, and the older shore-combers will tell you that they can remember when there was more. Perhaps another century or so will see its final disappearance.
A road
Hard driven
Across the mud
Timbers riven
And bowed.
Sets squared
Once bearing
The passing traffic
Clog wearing
Heads bared
The route decided
What destination
Drew them seawards
Poetic cunctation
Elucidation not provided.
I suppose that like everybody else who saw it occasionally I didn’t think much about it. After all, it was just there. But like everybody else, I’d never walked along it. Somehow you just didn’t.
Then I mentioned it in passing to Ranni Quelart and he asked for…
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If anybody likes the story, I’ve put together a competition. Basically people told me they could think of other reasons why the tower disappeared. I can imagine they can, so many of them are writers 🙂
So go to https://tallissteelyard.wordpress.com/2018/03/06/a-grand-announcement/ and see what the competition entails
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