Katy Forrester | The Rough Clatter
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The Rough Clatter

The rough clatter
Of the raf
Past mountain side strewn with stapled route
Quick monourve
Skittish adjustment


Tourists gently guided
Roped bridges
Broken
Karabiner
Threaded over
Wire high ways


Touted buses pauses
Allowed clicking fingered followers
Off
To engrave digitised reminders
Of the steep strewn
Valley
Littered with rock.
Boulders cluttering screes.
Washing down to
Constant moving water


Frightened drivers
Aghast at roller coaster tarmac
Brakes squelch and stench
And then there’s me.
Listening to water
Sounding like blood to
A foetus
With chalk under my fingernails once more