As We Drove Through the Pennines

A blemished sky was lined with scars made by the wispy tails of

aeroplanes as we drove through the Pennines.

Metal vines sprouted and twisted out of the mortar of a half-eaten house

like severed veins as I drove through the Pennines.

A bursting reservoir overflowed its borders and spilled, for its cup

runneth over as we drove through the Pennines.