Dancing Dust |
|
Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000) |
|
Pipe dream |
|
Home Alphabetic index of poems Thematic index of poems Biography Gallery Contact and links |
In Preachers Lane, late Gas Street, The air is blue with words, Bright shillings clink in metres And texts are for the birds. You may hearken to the Scriptures Or hear the Gospel call, But posters and graffiti Are the writing on the wall. In Preachers Lane, late Gas Street, The pressure's up and down; Learned orotundities Thunder through the town: A hiss of incandescence, A rattle of dry bones, A whiff of hell's brimstone Between the paving stones. In Preachers Lane, late Gas Street, There's light in darkness yet, By the mantle of the prophet Or the mantle of the jet, And all the gas in all the world, Crammed in a big balloon, Shall float us up to heaven Some Sunday afternoon. Gas Street in Oxford was renamed Preachers Lane in 1961. Oxford Times, 18 October 1968 The Dancing Dust and other poems, 1983 |