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 tramAlmost like it is a matter of life and death.
Great beats, images!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
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