Sunshine
By Jonathan_Dalton
Thu, 09 May 2013
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Heat-starved Britons ride convertible cars through sunlight, and
The asphalt beneath them shines bright grey.
Tourists cast assertive shadows onto pigeon-pecked paving, and
A sharp breeze runs cold fingers through the heat.
Warmth and light have coaxed out clothes unworn for months, as they have brought out my bicycle that is slowly breaking.
Beside me, pimply tourists from warmer countries chit-chat normally as if there were nothing remarkable about this day.
When I yawn and then squint, light shimmers into my vision like papery moth's wings.
Meanwhile Windsor Castle makes no comment.
Sunshine makes everything a bit better, right?
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I like that picture of that
Permalink Submitted by rask_balavoine on
I like that picture of that sharp breeze running fingers through the heat.
Rask
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Nice one, Johnothan, great
Permalink Submitted by The Walrus on
Nice one, Johnothan, great use of language, well-earned cherries.
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Well Jonathan you have come
Well Jonathan you have come to the right place. This is a good poem and welcome from me too by the way.
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As they say, The rain in
As they say, The rain in Spain is mostly drain, but the rain in Britain is a sittin! I like that you blend the carefree tourists into your equation. You have the: entitled royals, acclimated citizens, and novice tourists rolled together in a nice, shiny ball of wax. Loved your take on a sunny day in England!
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