Newman at Edgbaston – a poem by Martin Potter

Newman at Edgbaston

The rays descending into
A high ceiling room
Revealed the motes rising

And heavy clopping must
Have made itself heard
A thoroughfare right outside

The new oratory house
Romanly dominating
Athwart the town-bound traffic

Collegiate calm fostered
On manufacture’s fringes
And tall windows commune

The two as John Henry
Sits at letter-writing

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Martin Potter (https://martinpotterpoet.home.blog) is a poet and academic, and his poems have appeared in Acumen, The French Literary Review, Eborakon, Scintilla, and other journals. His pamphlet In the Particular was published by Eyewear in December, 2017.

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