Fresher Digs

Cherry

By alexwritings

Thu, 14 Sep 2017
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5 comments
 

Autumn air.

 

Light freckling the sides of rental vans.

Inside,

tac-pocked walls

have been daubed with paint.

 

There’s a teabag in the sink

and evidence of mice. 

Along the hall, the electric meter

sifts out its kilowatts

 

like an unwatched magician.

But then the buzzer goes…

its a gawky kid handing out Smirnoff Sours. 

They are like little green grenades.a

Certificate U
Poem
With the odd rumble of thunder
Other Non-fiction

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

Oh, green grenades. sounds like fun

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

I'm going to show this to my daughter, who becomes a Fresher this weekend.  The Smirnoff Sours will whet her appetite.  And possibly the topless lad, depending on variables.  

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Those first few days distilled into a finely crafted essence. Well done, and let's hope not too many people throw those grenades straight back up again smiley

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Perfect images and diction, what a beautifully crafted poem.

Submitted by alexwritings on

Thanks for the lovely comments, everyone! Much appreciated :) 

Alex x