Archive for August, 2017

The Operation

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on August 29, 2017 by dc

There was a storm
The night before

The operation,

There were power cuts,
A handful of people
Shouting in the street,

Overflowing gutters,
Car alarms blaring
And the hustle of panic.

Nobody slept,
Even the dead
Were rustling,

Bustling and fidgeting,
Itching all restless,

There were children
In sodden vests,

Old shopping bags
Dancing with chaos,

‘Save us!’
No one shouted,

But everyone thought it,

And the next day
All was fine.

Except everyone smiled
About 20% more
Than usual,

And the streets
Looked a lot cleaner.

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Seedy Sun

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on August 14, 2017 by dc

Seedy sun at dusk
Burnt terracotta patting
A lollygag gagged.