This Beeston Morning

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By ralph

Thu, 14 Jun 2018
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7 comments
 

One magpie,
Beeston's little park
just outside work.

I remember the rhyme
and I’ll take its sorrow
with a cigarette.

The memory
of this morning’s
barely dressed little girl.

Leading the rattled man
to a derelict Holbeck pub.
Its heroin loneliness.
 
I’ve slept in these rooms.
Their smoke, their foil.
Their needle numbs.                 

Two magpies now.
A sun breaking through.
I’ve known joy too.
 

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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I liked this one when you posted it this morning Ralph. any reason why you didn't just edit it, rather than repost?

 

Submitted by ralph on

Thanks for the comment. I edited and reposted it because it was just a rough sketch at its outset. I wanted it to be looked upon anew. I love the editing process more than anything. 

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

I loved the lines about take its sorrow with a cigarette. That seems to sum up the voice of it, to me at least, the emotion and experience and everydayness of it all combined. Really liked it.

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

That touch of hope makes all the difference.

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Fantastic, Ralph. Wonderful.

Stomped around that neck of the woods myself.

Thanks for sharing this.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is our Poem of the Week - Congratulations!

 

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Such a lightness and deftness of touch. Captured beautifully. Read plurally!