The Funicular purring;
It’s winding gear and bull heads
grind, chasing the heady scent
of lavender underhill
while warm rain blots spatter
the rosemary and sweet pea
plants in the castle bailey,
releasing their sharp green scents.
A summer cloudburst reveals
the colour trapped deep beneath
the monochrome veneer
of cobblestones. Rain shambles
across the cartway – gaining
speed as rock yields to asphalt
– and joins the Severn, slowing
down to skirt the low town.
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