After the skittles
the old man peels an apple
and dreams of the past
In the window
of the shop for second-hand books
the gray cat sleeps in the afternoon sun
And over the street
the girl pegs out the sheets and pyjamas
of a concentration camp victim now grown old
While in the flat above
a cantankerous old fool is on a TV comedy show
And below on the corner
a modern-day minstrel strums a euphonious elegy
And a spider dies in his cap
A man on a bicycle cycles past
with a string of onions over his handlebars
and a rose in his mouth
In a garden
a bird eats hemlock
The sound of a train is heard from a distance
And above City Hall
in a symphony of light
the last flying saucer is consumed by flames
The old man looks at his wrist
And sees that the bus
is late
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gw2010
So many good poems added ...i especially like the poignancy in 'Last Tram', this one and "On the Green Hills Far Away"
ReplyDeleteGreat set,
btw, i couldn't make out which post you were saying at Kuni-san's...but thanks anyway for reading, Gwilym :)
wishes,
devika
This is brilliant, Gwilym. So many images - each could spawn their own poem!
ReplyDeleteThis is one of the benefits of waiting for buses - time to observe and take note. Brings it all to life!
ReplyDeleteI like the way this one evolves from memories to imaginings. At least I assume the spacecraft was imagined.
ReplyDeletewonderful. particularly the "And a spider dies in his cap"
ReplyDeletethat saucer at the end was a surprise. I prefer to think it was real. but no more important than anything else happening in the poem.
Devika,
ReplyDeleteThanks. I was saying in passing I'd seen your last blogpost.
Gordon,
Thanks and thanks also for my poem today on your Martian blog!
Jim and Clown,
He's an old man day-dreaming of course. And the symbols of dreams arise. But the clues to his identity involve an apple, the holocaust, the potential seducer and a space visitor destroyed. The cat (or sphinx) asleep is ancient the guardian of the knowledge (the old books).
I know it's a bit vague. But in dreams the meaning of things, we may say the clues, are often so.
Okay Gwilym...i's not sure of which blog or post you were talking about. I was wondering if it was Socio-Political or Certain Kind, anyway, obliged :)
ReplyDeletewishes,
devika
Devika, it was the SP item I liked.
ReplyDeleteOkay, Gwilym :)
ReplyDeletewishes,
devika