Washday

By city316

Tue, 31 Jan 2012

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4 comments

Red-brick tenement blocks cower,
despairingly,
before the brooding glare
of the yellow dock-crane

Grey clouds
mist over
tearful windows

Open doorways
shout their applause
at the returning sun;
tragic heartbeats
throbbing with hope

Clothes
bright pennants
strung out in celebration

Dandelions push golden heads through cracks in the pavement

Comments

I like this as well city316.

Permalink Submitted by scratch on Tue, 2012-01-31 17:59

I like this as well city316. At first I was unsure about tenements "cowering" but no, on reflection I can see that they might indeed cower. A well observed piece. Somehow I hear children's voices and something perhaps brooding and unsaid. Then again I am depressive.

Thanks for taking the time

Permalink Submitted by city316 on Wed, 2012-02-01 08:02

Thanks for taking the time to read them scratch, and the helpful comments. Yes, I had the thought of children's voices, but I never heard them as this was just a snap observation from out of the bus window as I travelled to work one day. I think it is the "overhanging" of cranes that somehow seem to menace.

Indrani Ananda "Grey clouds

Permalink Submitted by Indrani Ananda on Tue, 2012-01-31 19:15

Indrani Ananda "Grey clouds mist over tearful windows" - A brilliant line, this, and I love the last line about the golden Dandelions, hopeful to the bitter end. Indrani.

Indrani Ananda

Thanks Indrani, appreciate

Permalink Submitted by city316 on Wed, 2012-02-01 08:04

Thanks Indrani, appreciate the comments! The "tearful windows" happened as I considered the condensation that runs down inside. Dandelions always amaze me - they are weeds to nearly everyone, but they have a defiance that allows them to grow wherever they like!