Showing posts from February, 2020

Beating the Bounds at Rodborough

Beating the Bounds at Rodborough 23.2.20 Viability bought to you by Brunel Stage left, enter Mr Butler, on struggle and existence, From bread marches to food banks Through the Terminal arches of the Thames and Severn We form a train Robin redbreast demonstrates the Anthropocene Through Corinthian pillars of plastic Cupping his hand to sip Spring While the 575 board attests to a Dragonfly's disdain Land use revealed in 50 bankside plants. The Butterbur from Butterow Hill Full tease ahead to raise the nap Above the new reed in the Mill Pond  2 frogs spawn in the rain. Land explored along it’s boundary. That old fallen beech climbed by Ivy and Tyrus once heard the murmuration of the grain-marchers Petitioning walkers to Cirencester Toasted now by brewery Chartists. Did you see The Bear? The Clothier’s Arms? You were Fleece’d

Case Number 901603

I like leaves they are fun to scrunch through the dryad's material connection to the natural or even spiritual. But there are times when abandoned leaves left lying in an alleyway can be a symbol of neglect; a dereliction of duty; a slippery prospect. So several weeks after the leaves had lost their crunch, I rang the administration, seeking their removal, and I was given a case number. A stagnant two weeks are often known to occur, before a valiant spring to action whereby, there might be a simple increase or even gross multiplication, in the expected degree of a certain type of lurking debris. Alleyways, paths and Radburn lines, three dining chairs and a bubbling contraceptive, a flat-tyred wheelbarrow, unidentified solids and some cat litter fungi. I rang the administration and received a case number, to chase last weeks one, ending in 603. So the case in hand now refers to a grand number of items from: dog poopy bags, a stomach upset, 3 pizza cartons a