Oct 2013
Autumn’s still yawning.
Sunlight seeps between
a few trees and leaves pools
of yellow drool.
A crow nearby looks up,
a black speck
climbs the steps
but then, as a bullet, it’s gone.
Moss, like acne
tiptoeing up the track
around my feet
stains the ground green.
A broken-bone crack,
a twig split in two
joins other brunette arms and legs
strewn everywhere.
Clouds begin to blush
silver above my head.
I hope I get home
before they start to weep.
Sunlight seeps between
a few trees and leaves pools
of yellow drool.
A crow nearby looks up,
a black speck
climbs the steps
but then, as a bullet, it’s gone.
Moss, like acne
tiptoeing up the track
around my feet
stains the ground green.
A broken-bone crack,
a twig split in two
joins other brunette arms and legs
strewn everywhere.
Clouds begin to blush
silver above my head.
I hope I get home
before they start to weep.
Written: October 2013.
Explanation: A poem written for my third year of university about a park in the town where I live. Please note as this piece is for a class, it is likely to change over the next few weeks.
Explanation: A poem written for my third year of university about a park in the town where I live. Please note as this piece is for a class, it is likely to change over the next few weeks.
