Country Creature

Silver birch line the road
ghost trees
snow teeth
either side of gaping mouth
swallowing cars
gulping white lines
down, down,
into the neck
of the concrete beast
that takes you away
to a misty distance
digested by the horizon
but the mighty throat
never ends and
snakes through bowels
of the country creature

by Clive Culverhouse

Comments (1)

What a wildly creative poem! I might call this a poem of the Sublime...where, the image that one might first see as beautiful becomes entirely something else when looked at from a different perspective. The idea of trees as a large mouth full of sharp consuming teeth is quite interesting. Thanks for sharing Clive.