County Cup Tie
¶ 1
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Rusty orange & red wings of the Gateshead Angel
like the pitted side of a bent Vauxhall Astra
in some forgotten corner of a scrap yard.
¶ 2
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Lost among the pylons,
old shunters in railway sidings,
huge round gas cylinders &
portakabins of an industrial estate.
¶ 3
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Loose hanging white goal nets
from metal goal frames
hung off a bar stool,
black clarts heavy with river silt
in the worn goalmouth.
Pools of water in the dipped white lime lines.
¶ 4
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After, the steady thump of darts
pounding the board
& a rap of dominoes
tapping the table top
in the Welfare Club.
Foamy tops of pints ruby in the glass.
¶ 5
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Orange & white neon street lights
Shimmering across the inky black Tyne.
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