Small Town
Intro: up to 50 words (delete this text and enter your own)
Within a small circle four coffee shops,
six pubs, five take-aways,
one gambling parlour,
two charity shops. Houses crumbling
in paved gardens under nettles.
Solitary alcoholics smoking outside entrances,
teenagers huddled in corners behind the church.
People queue for fish and chips
with children and dogs on streets
that close in and go on with their day.
At night the never-ending barking
of distressed dogs, shadows
of errant cats slinking past,
the angry voices of drunks
in the early hours.
Dark windows, empty streets waiting
for the absent light to entangle the stars,
but to be blinded by the glare of street lamps,
that cruelly edges into bedrooms
interrupting sleep.
Thank you Goth for your elaborate comment, well worth a poem by itself!
Some people might say my poem’s outlook is exaggerated and overly pessimistic. I wanted to recreate the athmosphere I sometimes feel observing a steady decline….even the street lights , light pollution that prevents us from seeing the stars…..
a Dark city like the movie came to mind
enjoyed the read
Good descriptive of sub-urban life. Have a listen to Beale Street by Jonathan Cooper-Clarke on YouTube as your piece reminds me of his poem.
Hi Mitch,
I just watched Beasley Street, brilliant lyrics…..thanks for pointing it out. Not heard it before….could be in London too nowadays…..