Sunday, 6 April 2014

Part VI

Frost rich, her footsteps
Stay there until almost lunchtime
Covered in cake red marks

Sandwiched inbetween
The edge of the tracks and grass

Around the back
Of the small Barclays
Away from the dockyards

Shouldered against the cold
In a silent nod to Spring

Offering a huge contrast
to the stillness of the water

And the frantic rushing
To get to the tram
Almost like it is a matter of life and death.


  1. I read the whole poem, but that cake bit is distracting.. I want cake. ;) OK, seriously - I like this poem, it flows nicely and I like the water/spring imagery.