The Afternoon Crowd.

The Afternoon Crowd

Beer glass left / abandoned / on the edge of the table / beside the slot machine / half moon lemon / in a tumbler / slumped against its glass side / ordering drinks between songs / the live band sets up / instruments / tests the sound / cobwebs of froth on the empty beer glass / beginning to disappear /

Because I didn’t feel welcome in my old home, I used to spend a lot of time finding somewhere else to be. Like pubs. The sort that are rapidly becoming replaced by chain owned establishments. Maybe that’s a good thing. Times change, after all. They must. This is a snippet dedicated to the places that have given me somewhere to be.

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Poem. Sunshine Views.

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Sunshine Views

the scenic view
as i walk through
layers upon layers of small happenings

of joggers
a train speeding by
the sparkle of dew on grass
crooked rubbish sacks beside the bins

an empty park
with ghosts of children past

i rejoice in the days that begin when
winter ends

when i wake
and behind the curtains
the sunshine is waiting for me

the grey, miserable days can be forgotten
replaced by hope,
possibilities that don’t look so impossible

showered, and dressed
i walk,
out into the park
where the trees wave at me
and twigs snap underneath my feet

further into wooded areas
it is like i am alone, with a different kind of magic
the hum of the road is almost inaudible

it feels i could walk forever
releasing my worries

in curiosities of nature –
discarded eggs, feathers,
and a pair of mittens
dangling on a low hanging branch from the tree

in the event the person
who lost the pair may return for them

how separate we can become

lost from what we hold dear

relying on a stranger to take notice
and help us find our lost belongings again


The sun was out over the Bank Holiday weekend and, as it goes, suddenly everyone in the country appeared to be a lot happier. I actually wrote this poem a couple of months ago and just added a few details when I edited it a few days ago. I’m not happy with the ending of the poem, but it did leave me stumped. I imagine something will come to me eventually though.

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