The lights are still up - though not turned on
party hangers-on, hangover kicking in
Underfoot there are cobbles, then slabs, cobbles again
shop windows hold their own against the gloom
The church clock chimes, three...
A brilliant cross...nailed to the top of the tower
beams down peace and guilt in equal measure
gathering the old town around it's feet
high above the costas and TK maxxs
It's a shame we met at this funeral
of a mutual friend
had we met at a wedding - in summer
I'm sure we would have fallen in love.
Now the damp cool air kisses my cheek
a stranger's condolence.
Comments
seashore | January 7, 2011 - 12:03
Lovely.
insertponceyfre... | January 7, 2011 - 13:52
it is lovely - which town is it?
I think this poem has been hijacked by an apostrophe poltergeist Shirley:
third stanza (beginning "the church") - you don't need any of those
last line: stranger's condolence
shoe | January 7, 2011 - 15:21
Darn! I thought I'd nailed those b's. sorted now.
It's St Austell, I've been here 4 months and may have to move again.
fatboy74 | January 7, 2011 - 17:55
You capture this gloom with great clarity (if that's possible) :-)
MistakenMagic | January 8, 2011 - 20:00
Beautiful, subtle and simply stunning. I especially love the last lines!
Magic xxx
Beeme | January 9, 2011 - 15:25
Beautiful and moving, extremely poignant. I really enjoyed.
Beeme xx
kheldar | February 8, 2011 - 17:48
Incredibly moving
:--) xxx