Bridget Khursheed

The last days of petrol

The ebb of a country lane and meadowsweet;
or those hot verges seen from a corner
for a second brown itching with seed; and
the stop by an unfamiliar signpost;

the humpback bridge over a chubb stream
taken fast so the belly flops;
driving up above mills getting away
from work with a teak chest

wedged in the back of a hire car
until the Cauldshiels car park
reverse in and out again and back
across the downs to keep

out of the hotel; the solitary race
from Moffat to Perth business parks
faster each time until the sallow trees
perspire sap on the bonnet;

chug of petrol in the last garage in Broadford;
driving round the block and round the
block and round the block
and round until I am no longer

early; empty journeys
fast except by speed cameras;
and the trip to shops
things nobody needs packed

by a teenager; the edgelands
a route for dogwalkers at the last smoke,
cough and stop on the slip road;
grid flows into green lanes.

Copyright © Bridget Khursheed 2015

Bridget Khursheed is a poet based in the Scottish Borders; recipient of a Scottish Book Trust New Writers Award for poetry in 2014; editor of magazine & blog; occasional orienteer & over-excitable birdwatcher. @khursheb


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2 Responses to Bridget Khursheed

  1. harryowen says:

    I like this very much, especially the fluid punctuation and line breaks taking us awkwardly and yet almost imperceptibly from meadowsweet and chubb streams to speed cameras and slip roads. Excellent.

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