A society? A shop? A shining
beacon in the high street
or on the corner of lesser thoroughfares.
Sepia buildings sported the full
title, brown-clothed people
brandished books, rations seemed more
generous: it paid dividends after all.
Blue letters on white plastic
lure the bus-passed 'twerlies'
-between ten and three- to by-pass
locations on strictly budgeted routes.
Those first four letters are the
last four remnants of a commercial
(co-)operation as outdated as a mutual.
Comments
Jasper_Milvain | May 16, 2009 - 10:51
Extra-ordinarily clever, Ewan. The closing line is magic and layered with meaning. I also love 'brown-clothed people / brandished books'.
Thanks.
JM.
pinda | May 16, 2009 - 11:47
Had to read it twice to understand the concept,I find readin some Literature poems hard,always have but I liked this one the second time I read it. Ewan You seem like a popular poster on this site Ima check out some of ya work dude
Dynamaso | May 16, 2009 - 14:47
Excellent take on the IP, Ewan. Short but particularly satisfying. :)
chuck | May 16, 2009 - 16:42
I'm tempted to write a third verse using a 5 letter word. The coming of Tesco.