The schoolchildren seem happy
chattering as they skip and walk by the front window
a raft of ducks navigating
a concrete river littered with outgrown hedges
their parents seldom looking over their shoulders
- early lessons in personal safety.
Thanks for taking the time to read a further adventure in imagist poetry. I’m finding the practice and method quite liberating.
The platform is wet from last nights rain
but this morning
the sun has wove threads of gold
sewing itself to the soft cloud
a handful of people smile at tiny escaping strands of light
the look of hope on their faces
scores of others turn away looking down
cheekbones rigid with anguish
a reminder of the darkness in their life
and I’m people watching
wondering what type of person
will sit next to me on today’s journey.
Thanks for taking the time to read this poem. It’s my first piece of 2022, I’ve been mega busy.