Stoke Poges

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Stoke Poges

Sunshine pours out of everything.
A picture frame cut out of a hedge
Draws you into the churchyard.
Follow the footpath through Gray’s field;
A trampled line where the grass cannot grow.
It’s rural aspect frozen in time,
Eight minutes from Slough bus station line.

Sunshine pours out of everything.
Cross-legged knights and forsaken votives.
Cobwebs and jawbones out of carved stone.
The south porch hung heavy with roses.
A parish trip to Laser Quest.
A hurry of bell notes less and less.

What was that?
A flash of light in the pool.
Hundreds of newts sprawl and twist through the water,
Clinging to the algal blooms,
Whipping mud with their tails.
Their black, speckled and pale
Jellied bodies flinching in courtship,
Darting from the shadows of forebears,
Seeking sanctuary under flaking bark
Before coming up for air.

Sunshine pours out of everything.
Bells changing, starting over,
Limbs quietly regenerating.
Eyes and hearts starting over.
The stillness and solemnity
Of the dead gathered in the ground.
The shadows, the meadows, the lanes.
Returning like a memory
Out of water,
Out of the ground.

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from CLAPPER IS STILL, released November 11, 2013

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Way Through London, UK

WAY THROUGH are Claire Titley and Christopher Tipton, a pastoral punk duo originally from Shropshire, now residing in London. Informed by the field as much as the flyover, Way Through write songs which phase out with guitar, tapes, damaged drums and vocals. Using wrong-footed repetition, rapid interplay and free-looping happenstance the band create a ragged yet intuitive tapestry of sound. ... more

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