Feb 2018
we have travelled
to the place you go to
to get away
this time
I have been reeled in
your thumb
on my wrist
as we step off the train
into a city
that isn’t home.
In the museum
the sunlight
paints your face
cobalt eyes
catch mine
between the echoes
of our words
and if there’s ever peace
I believe
it is this
among strangers
and paintings
in the place
you go to
to get away.
to the place you go to
to get away
this time
I have been reeled in
your thumb
on my wrist
as we step off the train
into a city
that isn’t home.
In the museum
the sunlight
paints your face
cobalt eyes
catch mine
between the echoes
of our words
and if there’s ever peace
I believe
it is this
among strangers
and paintings
in the place
you go to
to get away.
Written: February 2018.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time - fairly simple, but I'm happy enough with it. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces were put on private some time ago, leaving only more satisfying pieces and most university work.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time - fairly simple, but I'm happy enough with it. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces were put on private some time ago, leaving only more satisfying pieces and most university work.
