Spaghetti Junction

spaghetti junction

Near Walsall on the stilted motorway,
Where the M5 loses height and branches south,
I saw the M6 curve away the pillars in its shade
Resembling those tall Hatshepsut, the queen,
Ordained at Thebes, or like huge baobab trees
That shelter weaver birds and suffer drought
And at its feet the Tame, a timid stream,
Turn east and twist off to the Humber's mouth.                                                                                                               

Polly Walshe

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