Old

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By lavadis

Fri, 04 Nov 2022
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8 comments
 

This is a different kind of old.

Not observed in the street
scuttle scrambling on to a bus
or shivering under a mountain 
of blankets 
in a wardened  flat in Harrow
beside a tea stained copy of the Radio Times 
with Eastenders circled 
every day 
in sticky black eyeliner 
 
This old occupies me
invades my distant islands
before bursting my speech bubbles
and hobbling my tongue 
a stealthy old
geographic 
thirsty 
devious 
 
I cannot escape 
but I will run
I cannot avoid its blows 
but I will jab and weave 
and dance  
along the road
to oblivion 
Certificate U
Poem
Poetry
Other Fiction

Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

That is a brilliant last stanza - well done, and nice to see another poem from you!

 

Submitted by lavadis on

Thank you so much. I sat down in my favourite cafe in the world in a remote town in France and this poem just happened. I think my bones wrote it . Your kind words are hugely appreciated 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

This wonderful poem is our Pick of the Day. Do share on Facebook and Twitter. 

 

Submitted by lavadis on

I think hitting 61 has its own lessons to teach but I am not sure I have been listening until today  

 

Submitted by onemorething on

This is our Poem of the Week! Congratulations! 

 

Submitted by celticman on

poetry and a plan. 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Very well deserved - congratulations!

 

Submitted by Mark Say on

I love the sense of defiance against the inevitable in the final stanza.