Newts Tipton 1974: burnt rubber smell of factory along the canal, Empty of birdsong and trees. I search for newts, trail Towpath cinders in the tunnel. Scan The green-spotted slick surface Broken by bike-wheels and yellow-handled trolleys. Net-high ready for the joust. Waiting for wet bubbles And the dart-wriggle to the surface. Newt: Part-fish, part-eel. … Continue reading Newts