The Coming of Age

By Parson Thru

Tue, 04 Aug 2020
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6 comments
 

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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Comments

Submitted by littleditty on

and the flow of images there - descriptive an interesting.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thanks littleditty! Much appreciated!

Parson Thru

Submitted by Di_Hard on

love  these lines:

Gardens, previously open, interwoven, stitched by play

are prisons; paved, fenced, gazeboed

 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you, Di. I'm glad you like them.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Gothicman on

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

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thanks, Goth. Time, hey? Indulgent really.

Very much appreciated the read. Thanks.

Parson Thru