The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XII. The field turns inside out

Name: The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XII. The field turns inside out
Description: The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XII. The field turns inside out a song by Emily Howard on BeMusic

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XII. The field turns inside out a song by Emily Howard on BeMusic

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": I. Heavy stone harvest by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": II. Pelt of rough turf by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": III. Battered shuttles by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": IV. The Commissioner for Paving by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": V. Fife drums love command liberty by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": VI. A lake of hats by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": VII. We walk in communion by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": VIII. We ask for sustenance and suffrage by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": IX. The order comes by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": X. Were we quickened from brick-dust by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XI. Sabred and stabbed by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XII. The field turns inside out by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XIII.Some of our cry is their cry by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XIV. Now, when you see a blush by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XV. Ghosts conjured from cotton smoke by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XVI. Our shibboleth by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
Elliptics: I. Like a bird that has hit glass by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
Elliptics: II. Be quiet, you say by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
Elliptics: III. On the way, I reckoned up trios of street-lamps by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
Elliptics: IV. Rooks wake, warn and clatter by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
Elliptics: V. The long-gone and the not-yet-here by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
Elliptics: VI. Full-tilt towards infinity by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
Elliptics: VII. Night-long drive by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
Elliptics: VIII. Houses dark and steep, oblivious by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
Elliptics: IX. Love alone brooks resurrection by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
Elliptics: X. Under our feet, below the sewers by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
Elliptics: XI. Seven swans in grief by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
Elliptics: XII. Wildfires on the bare hills by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
Elliptics: XIII.Like a bird that has hit glass by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
Elliptics: XIV. Beyond these walls is so much silence by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,
Elliptics: XV. Dusk that never blossoms. Endless vespers by Hugh Cutting, Claire Booth, Kate Royal,