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    [post_content] => From ‘Autumn’ by T. Hood

I saw old landlord in the misty gloaming
Stand shadowless like science, listening
To science, for no lonely radio would sing
Into his hollow beer from ceilings forlorn,
Nor lowly shopping bag nor solitary pub;-
Shaking his languid crocs all dewy bright
With tangled briefcases that fell by twilight,
Pearling his false teeth of golden stuff.

Where are the huffs of lamp-posts?- With the CCTV
Oping the dusky grime of the concrete,
Till bacteria and viruses waken up as one,
And lawyer sings with a warm odorous take-away.
Where are the merry taxi drivers?- Away, away,
On panting wheels through the inclement motorways,
…

Original poem – ‘Autumn’ by T. Hood [extract]

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;-
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright
With tangled gossamer that fell by night,
Pearling his coronet of golden corn.

Where are the songs of summer?- With the sun
Oping the dusky eyelids of the south,
Till shade and silence waken up as one,
And morning sings with a warm odorous mouth.
Where are the merry birds?- Away, away,
On panting wings through the inclement skies…
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Recession

Miriam Connors

From ‘Autumn’ by T. Hood

I saw old landlord in the misty gloaming
Stand shadowless like science, listening
To science, for no lonely radio would sing
Into his hollow beer from ceilings forlorn,
Nor lowly shopping bag nor solitary pub;-
Shaking his languid crocs all dewy bright
With tangled briefcases that fell by twilight,
Pearling his false teeth of golden stuff.

Where are the huffs of lamp-posts?- With the CCTV
Oping the dusky grime of the concrete,
Till bacteria and viruses waken up as one,
And lawyer sings with a warm odorous take-away.
Where are the merry taxi drivers?- Away, away,
On panting wheels through the inclement motorways,

Original poem – ‘Autumn’ by T. Hood [extract]

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;-
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright
With tangled gossamer that fell by night,
Pearling his coronet of golden corn.

Where are the songs of summer?- With the sun
Oping the dusky eyelids of the south,
Till shade and silence waken up as one,
And morning sings with a warm odorous mouth.
Where are the merry birds?- Away, away,
On panting wings through the inclement skies…