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6th January 2011
By Michael Egan | 2011 January 06
You are a cheshire cat and I am flat cap on askew
no you are the runcorn bridge and I
am the muddied sand washed against your foundations
by the mersey or I am the railway bridge
all turrets and closed gates running alongside you
then seperating where you end but even that isn't right
because it's a whole country that seperates us
not just a county the BBC doesn't believe in it is mutated
vowels and too many consonants it is the old marches
where still you can stick an arrow in a taffy if they're stupid
enough to stand outside the cathedral holding a goose it is waiting
at chester station and walking through fairy glen it is the sound
of gulls mixed with the rush of wave the burrowed holes
of razor clams and how at one point suddenly cresting a hill
there is a vale of land turning the world unsteady like ariadne climbing
paris and cobb's totem eternally spinning it is how once
I was crossing the bridge in the old nissan and you were parallel to me
in a pendolino so that we reached south parkway at the same time
and walking home we imagined that we could make out snowdon
a beacon of grey between cloud pointed to scarf wrapped climbers
resting unscrewing flasks and retracing their steps up the llanberis path.