The Poetry of Rob Radcliffe

This is from January 1997. A poem about walking in the dark, colliding with the dawn…
Darkest Before Dawn
Movement, just there, branch
Like a windscreen wiper
Over moon. Ineffective.
Then stillness till the screech
Of car beyond
Reminds me of houses
And all that goes with them.
Pennines, slumbering jurassics,
Backdrop to the carnival
Of streetlights
Pitched along
The midway of the valley.
If only I [...]