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Honorable Mention Fog Found Gary Blankenship Fog Found (Bleak House, Dickens.) Fog. Up the river. Where it flows among green aits and meadows. Fog. Down the river. Where it rolls defiled among tiers of shipping. And waterside pollution of a great city. A dirty city. dirty fog, dirty water, dirty feet on dirty children lost in fog, their dirty catch caught in muddy cat claws Fog. On the Essex marshes. On the Kentish heights. Creeps into cabooses of collier brigs. Lies out on yards. Hovers in rigging of great ships. Droops on gunwales of barges and small boats. horns sound fog horns muffled sounds appear to be over there over here until small boats caught in steamer’s clutches Fog. In eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners. Wheezing by firesides of their wards. In stem and blow of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper. Down in his close cabin. Cruel. Pinches toes and fingers of the shivering ‘prentice boy on deck. shiver boys might slumber but fog’s chill fog’s will to dampen boy and pipe alike matches cannot catch Chance people. On the bridges peep over parapets. A nether sky of fog. Fog. All around them. As if they are in a balloon. Hung in the misty clouds. ballons fat people float above thin well fed float in a heap coats caught in clouds Gas looms through the fog. Fog. In divers places in the streets. As the sun may. From spongy fields. Be seen to loom by husbandman and ploughboy. The shops lighted two hours before their time. As the gas seems to know. It haggard and unwilling. smile notice fog covers the ugly mean cringe know fog covers the mean ugly be careful not be caught in the river’s clutches Fog. ----------------------------------------- Author's Note: The regular text is from Chapter 1 of Bleak House by Charles Dickens, rearranged and slightly rewritten by the author. |
