May,
And a pink, trodden snow of blossomfall in the road black with rain;
Me in this avenue,
Rambling back from the old college, trying to induce a dim brain
To think of something new.
Evening in this avenue,
Where the trees drip and glisten in the close vacuum of a deep day
Beneath an ocean on high.
Down deep in the avenue
Becalmed with glinting cars and glowing curtains, the starless darkness
Drifts down a boundless heaven.
Now,
In a silence less soundless than profound, these my homeward feet pause,
This my pageward hand stirs;
And then suddenly in the electric sky a dark dragon roars,
Awesome and mountainous.
(1977)
About the drama of the creative process. Conceived on the way back through Spring showers from Scraptoft College to my first matrimonial home, a flat on Sykefield Avenue, Leicester.
I took the landscape photograph on that very avenue the other day. It hasn’t changed much – just more parked cars.
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