Electioneering

By ralph

Fri, 17 Apr 2015
  • 898 reads
2 comments
 

This morning
whilst walking.
I saw two friends
in their seventies.

They were posting
flyers for Labour
in the April sunshine
with grit and a smile.

They said that it's tough.
That their feet ache a bit.
I asked, "Where's the young?"
They replied, "Shopping."

They've fought many elections
and are redder in the face.
And beige is the season's colour,
but apathy is setting the pace.

Certificate U
Poem
East of the Heart
Opinion

Comments

Submitted by scratch on

Seasons (season's) needs an apostrophe in the penultimate line Ralph.  

I know that you've worked the rhyme to good effect in that last stanza and that you probably want to preserve the construct of the quatrain but maybe consider the last line?  I feel that it's a little literal and would have worked (even better) finishing at 'And beige is the season's colour'.  

Just me thinking out-loud is all.  Good poem as usual.

 

Submitted by Kurt Rellians on

Good poem. Very topical!