Poem -
A cruise into darkness
A cruise into darkness.
Pilrig Street seems endless.
A house swallows the next one,
a street lamp jumps to another.
My legs are a night train.
The pavement is slippery
- a carpet of leaves -
smells like autumn.
Edinburgh House Hotel -
it looks like a haunted house -
I swear it does.
I have almost reached
the end of the street,
a war cemetery at the corner.
I turn left.
Home.
Switch on the bedside lamp.
Ghosts have clung to me.
They are sleeping with me.
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Hello BEATRICE,
This was a VERY compelling read....I liked the pace of it...it took me into the place where I believe you intended by leaving out pieces for the readers' minds eye to fill in along the way...thusly sweeping them along with you until that 'bedside lamp' clicks off with you toward poems end.....clever stuff!!.....ALL STARS!!.....well done.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo Â
Thank you!!!! :)
Well now.... Pilrig Street is a very real street in Edinburgh! You bring your reader right to it, to Pilrig Street. And you give the reader the exact feel you want them to experience. Great writing. Fabulous poem full of atmosphere. I enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing x
Thank you!!!
This is such a clever and simple write. I think Tina hit the nail on the head, very very engaging and well thought out. All the Best. The Fish of the Sea.
Thank you!!!