The Coming of Age
By Parson Thru
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The bricks have oxidised from red to brown
like Corporation avenues of childhood
Streets no longer uniform;
skyline knobbed with promontories jutting
The walls, close up, are flaking; mortar gone,
stepped cracks where footings proved unsound
Gardens, previously open, interwoven, stitched by play
are prisons; paved, fenced, gazeboed
The ridges have endured, but give to stained, mossy tiles
UHF antennae, dated; rusting perches for a glut of bloated pigeons
Time has visited these streets and wearied them;
light of day exposed the truth
What was heresy becomes the catechism of new faith
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love that last line,
and the flow of images there - descriptive an interesting.
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love these lines:
love these lines:
Gardens, previously open, interwoven, stitched by play
are prisons; paved, fenced, gazeboed
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I like your descriptions too,
I like your descriptions too, some finely worded lines there, Parson! Recognize the dereliction, even if lockdown's cleaner air allows you to see it all clearer, in vivid sharpness: Don't replace them with modern monstrosities, though getting derelict, they're safe, and they still breathe life! Enjoyable read!
Goth
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