These Sunday siren songs,
an inconsequence of traffic,
the sharpness of new footsteps,
blow across bleak 6am.
Down the worn George St
flagstones, as Sir Walter Scott
frowns to the middle distance
and fearless city pigeons
purr their gentle warnings
to your name whistling through
the restless roadside trees.
Ad infinitum.
My shadow cowers and crawls
past a beggar`s offered cup,
in his sightless eyes
my words have no faces.
And I have no love to spare.
The morning is a dancer,
pirouetting to a new tune
now all I can offer
white lies, half truths and madness ,
substantial as the dawn mist
heartless as these tower blocks.
As we live this ashen sunrise,
last night`s desperate burning and
who I was lie dead and bleeding
in another new beginning.
Ad infinitum.

Comments
Highhat | May 19, 2011 - 15:20
I liked this. Good luck in the competition.
Gilbert | May 28, 2011 - 09:35
Thanks for your kind comment.
Will need luck,methinks!
Cheers.
RachelPatricia | May 28, 2011 - 13:41
I love this, Gilbert, especially these lines -
'now all I can offer
white lies, half truths and madness ,
substantial as the dawn mist
heartless as these tower blocks.'
- think they encapsulate the whole tone of the poem perfectly. A brilliant read, good luck with it in the comp :)
Rachel xx
Gilbert | May 29, 2011 - 19:28
Thank you for the very kind comments, Rachel.
D.
ScoZen | May 31, 2011 - 15:30
ScoZen
"...My shadow cowers and crawls
past a beggar`s offered cup,..."
So it was you...that walked past me, I know were you live pal.
On a more serious note, I really liked...
"...The morning is a dancer,
pirouetting to a new tune..."
A great comp entry
Gilbert | June 1, 2011 - 05:54
Will slip you 50p next time!
Very grateful thanks for your kind comments.
Orrabest,
G.
luigi_pagano | June 8, 2011 - 11:29
Up to your usual standard, Jon. A very descriptive piece. I notice you changed the last line.
Good luck.
Gilbert | June 8, 2011 - 21:19
Thanks Luigi-much appreciated.
TBH, I`ve next to no chance of doing anything in the comp, but hey ho, nothing ventured.
Cheers,
JT