November was another pylonless month and with December rushing by, I decided that action had to be taken to ensure that two fallow months in succession didn't come to pass. A recent email inspired this month's post:
Hello,
Pylon
She stands by the lake
like the ribcage of a dinosaur.
A spider’s web for catching clouds
with six arms like a god or six legs like a bug.
She is pear-shaped,
the capital A at the start of the alphabet,
caged in her steel corset dress
and barbed wire socks. A puppeteer of seagulls
managing the ducks that sprinkle her lake
like hundreds and thousands on a 99
but also a puppet herself, held up by wires
like lines indicating movement –
she is the shed skin of a moment in your life. A monument
to the here and now
like a photo of you with a different haircut
or a pair of old shoes
tied to your new ones by the laces
but trailing behind, covered in mud.
Regular readers of this blog will already know about the pylon poets, of whom the most famous is Stephen Spender featured on the blog back in May 2009. I'm also a big fan of the forgotten pylon poet Stanley Snaith who featured on the blog more recently in August 2017.
Merry Christmas to pylon fans everywhere.
Pylon of the Month 
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