Over The Bones

Cherry

By Ewan

Wed, 12 Apr 2023
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Over the bones, over the bones:

factories, flats and affordable homes,

bought with everlasting loans,

over the bones, over the bones.

Carparks, colleges, and traffic cones,

through the city the wanderer roams,

over the bones, over the bones.

Tarmac, train lines, tickets all zones,

under the bypass, wails and moans;

over the bones, over the bones.

A sick and sackless assembly of gnomes;

the slack-skinned starving, sucking on stones,

dying from living, over the bones.

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Comments

Submitted by marandina on

".. the slack-skinned starving, sucking on stones.."

Wonderful alliteration and I just can't read a poem of yours anymore without hearing you reading it in my head. Did I ever tell you that you have a voice for radio, Ewan?! :) 

 

Submitted by Ewan on

But they definitely said I had the face for it...

Author Page at the 'Zon
 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

nicely done Ewan - yes, do read this one next time we have an event

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Did I read you play a guitar?

Anyway when I read this I find myself trying to make up a tune to sing to it. 

I like this very much

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Liked this very much. Living somewhere having mostly Victorian buildings, I often think about the changing stream of people on the pavements. Your poem at first made me remember about them finding Richard III under the carpark, then I looked up your photo - what a BRILLIANT illustration for your (as always) thought provoking poem