Tramlines
Oliver Reynolds, 23 November 1989
“... The thought of writing a poem about tramlines beginning: The city lies bound in its net of tramlines ... got no further. Go out and look at the tramlines, they don’t bind the city at all, they lie in the street between comradely ranks of cobblestones, go out and look at the city, it’s not bound, cities can’t be bound. No, tramlines are for putting small change on, the tram paraded uphill over the brown coins, with us in the gateway ready to scatter if the tram stopped, the conductor got out! Coins squashed flat and now bigger than English pennies, often flattened and twisted, no elk on them then but the good old king ... ”