Lovely prompt today. Many of these lines taken from my “field notes” (taking liberties with the limited source material from that day) when visiting the town.
Breeze and warm,
grey clouds with an aura of willow herb,
The Baum – melancholy
Sky studded with cloud, an urge for a beer
Cheese pies are exported
Graffiti:”the happy joker” (the man).
No love; a deep stomach feeling,
wisps float across the sky, a conspiracy of red stalks.
Wearing a monocle, a Zorro Z
by Rochdale railway station.
It’s 6pm, sycamore, gold feathery.
A scrap of leek and there are dragons elsewhere
Breeze and warm, the blackbirds
are found out.