I wrote this poem after a road journey from North Derbyshire back to my home in Edinburgh. I was struck by many of the place names and wondered who had invented them. It was a wet, grey day and the fairgrounds, which popped up regularly around the moors and farmland, seemed at odds with their surroundings. I’d also been reading Milton’s Paradise Lost, which must explain something.
This entry was posted by Ivy
on Monday, February 16, 2009 at 2:06 PM.
You can skip to the end and leave a response.
© dumbfoundry 2012 Powered by Blogger and Blogger TemplatesOriginal design by Michael Heilemann.