I had a thing for neurotic women.
Blame Annie Hall for making 'difficult'
seem glamorous. Yet the backdrop for our
psychodrama was not the glass and steel
skyline of Manhattan but the post-War
brick and drear of Romford. The market stalls:
the enigmatic calls of costermen,
the earthy reek of fruit and veg. Above
it all, the blazon of Ind Coope. We played
our parts with a verité Eastenders
would later fail to capture. In the town
centre, there stood a street-map under glass,
with a large arrow labelled You Are Here.
She always wondered how the fuck it knew.

Comments
fatboy74 | July 14, 2011 - 23:07
Really good especially the end and
The market stalls:
the enigmatic calls of costermen,
the earthy reek of fruit and veg.
WilkyBarKid | July 15, 2011 - 09:18
Cheers fatboy. I was starting to wonder if I was wasting my time with this sequence. Committing myself to write 30 poems in 30 days was a bit foolhardy.
RachelPatricia | July 15, 2011 - 09:20
Love this, and as FB says, that ending is especially good - congrats on the cherries, Wilky :)
Cavalcaderl | July 15, 2011 - 11:16
new WilkyBarKid
Congrats; on the cherry!
Really enjoyed this 'cracker'
of a poem. That's some going,
30 poems in 30 days.
julie xx
fatboy74 | July 15, 2011 - 15:21
I think it's a brilliant idea and i look forward to following it all. :-)
maisie | July 16, 2011 - 20:51
i concur : no niggles