Trainscapes
(Ely to Cambridge)
Last time it was the willows – blur where water is, settlings-in along the edges of the fields. Root-soak mappings, downwards deltas. This month, it’s the drained fens: soft green next to burnt black, silver ditches that ray and race to the horizon. Fields wide as parade grounds, immense columnless piazzas – and I haven’t even started on the sky.
Anna Reckin lives and works in Norwich and has published in the UK and the US. Three Reds, her first book-length collection, is published by Shearsman. See www.annareckin.com.