THE FENS and I

The Fens and I

The Fens is a landscape of lines
Of linear lines
Lines of drainage canals,
lined with rushes,
lined with path
lined with grass,
Laced with telephone wires
That all run in lines,
In neat narrow lines
In linear lines

The Fens is a landscape of lines
Of drainage canals,
carved onto,
carved out of lands
To make-dry water lands:
To make productive

To make lands
where farmers hands would
scribe shallow lines to sew
mono crop-by-crop
field-by-field

The Fens is a landscape of lines
of linear lines
Of lines that drag eyes to sunsets,
to service stations,
to Macdonald’s signs

The Fens is a landscape of thick grey, ever audible lines
Polluting lines
That bear loads of truck that run in lines,
in fleets, in lines

That transport warehouse goods:
the fruits of lines
Of factory lines
Of compartmentalising lines
Of inhumane
linear,
managed lines

And –
laced along those thick grey lines
Spring up new lines

Lines of untarnished red bricks
Of front doors that knock
on repeat,
in lines

Developers hands draw lines in lands.
Mark the start and finish lines of lands:
Hoardings, billboards, flags that wave
That brand, that name,
That create lines:
here and
not-here

The Fens is a landscape of lines
of compartmentalising lines
Of constructed, man made, linear lines

Lines scribed out of,
scribed into, onto
land

And so this land has seen that
I too run in lines
Run in linear lines
Echoed by path-canal-telephone-wires lines
Echoed by those thick grey lines

The Fens is a landscape of lines

But there exist places where the lines end,
before new lines start

Those overlooked
Untampered, bits in between
And there exist places where lines could not be drawn
Those stubborn bits that could not be overwritten
Those thickets that lay abreast M-roads
Those bits the other side of the hoardings
Where thickets of unruly grasses sprout,
and protrude to the other side of lines
Knowing not of these lines
Of these linear lines.
There exists edges to these lines

And so this land has seen that
I too look for the edges of my lines
For my constructed, self made, linear lines
To test the strength of those lines, reliability of those lines
To look for the the bits that sit behind those lines
To challenge, topple, blur

Those lines…

IN PROGRESS

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