Miserable city
Gutters cry
Even seagulls
Fearing flight
Infernal darkness
Without shine
Hidden sun
Clouds behind
Windy bluster
Slipping feet
Trudging onward
Empty streets
Soaking trousers
Vanished crease
Plodding homeward
Empty greets
Only reason
Staying here
For another’s
Childhood years
We watch and listen
Gleaning words
Snippets and inspiration served:
The texture of a coffee cup,
The smell of pastries when the oven’s turned up,
Whats the reason for her tears?
An older woman reads and sneers,
Victorian strong man in chequered shirt,
The boyfriend’s shoes are quite absurd.
Then the emails start to ping,
Is there nowhere to escape and think?
Damp fog hangs
Thick
The mourning air
Clinging
Robbing all
Of sunlight’s sparkle
We drift
Forgetting smiles
Left behind
In welcome beds.
Raindrops hang
Tentatively
On a barbed wire fence
Grey skies
Where clouds forget to fly
In sore distress
Weep their woes
Upon hard earth below
The foaming fingertips of waves
Born upon the ocean’s roar
Touching brief in peaked salute
As down they bear upon the shore
Softly ending, effortless drifting,
Begin their journey home, once more.
He waters baskets in pouring rain,
The street below floods just the same
And echoes there grey skies above,
A seagull swoops in lieu of dove.
No summer here, or so it seems.
I wish to wake from out this dream!
To feel the sun, warm villas fair,
Oh Aberdonian despair!
On barren streets
Hard homes between
The blossoms
Of the cherry
Bloom
The burst of colour
Tells a dream
And brings
A light
Amidst the gloom
Learning to love the silence 