Nocturne

Cherry

By Ewan

Mon, 01 Mar 2021
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4 comments
 

At night,

on the streets

punctuated by sirens

far from sea-frothed rocks,

blue lights puncture the dark.

 

Nightlife

on the street,

complicated by winter

cold as ice-trimmed pavements,

goes on outside the lines.

 

Lifetimes

in the street,

interrupted by police cells

warmer than cast-off blankets,

fall deep between the cracks.

 

Time’s map

of the streets,

forgetting all the alleys

reached by nameless snickets,

shows just another town.

Certificate U
Poem
Not Quite Good Enough
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by onemorething on

Brilliantly written, quietly powerful, love this one. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by Ross_Lowe on

This is moodily atmospheric in a way I really enjoyed. There's an edge to things here, a rawness. 

I also nice to know that it's a 'snicket' where you're from! It's a 'jitty' or 'twitchell' back in my neck of the woods. This word seems to have as many variants across the country as the names for a bread roll.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

"complicated by winter" implies so much

 

Submitted by Mark Say on

I like the way it conveys a sense of struggle with a handful of sharp images.