OLD SWANSEA
It stretches in darkness
To the ights of old Swansea
There are treadmills to go
On the prom there beneath me
Just the right flavour
Of sandy salt sweet
There are treadmills to go
For these tired old feet
The lamps cast their light
In a ballet of shadows
The sea bellows welcome
From briny foam shallows
Well trodden flavours of home
Flood my brain
My feet tread sandcastles
Of life's loss and gain
There are treadmills to go
To the lights of old Swansea
My feet walk in step
With the memories beside me
The steelwork's dank clouds
Drive the wind in my wake
Yet my lungs fill with jewels
All mine... here to take
I walk in the prisms
To the lights of old Swansea
Time and life skip
In the shadows beside me
The wind lifts my hair, whips
White foam to the street
There are treadmills to walk
For these tired old feet
M P 10/2020
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Awesome write ‘Old Swansea’ ❤️❤️❤️
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Oh... This is one I love!! The words are practically a song. The flow and the lyrics are perfect. Fabulous x
Oh do you? ...this is the one to be included in the sweetycat anthology Tina...well unless they change their minds lol...did you enter after? This was written back last year when instill wrote normal stuff lol...chuffed you like it xxx
I thought I remembered it. I am certain they won't change their minds lol! It really is a beautiful poem. And no, I did not submit anything x
That's a shame because you are an exceptional.writer Tina...I'm.really enjoying your book...immensely, and I'm so bloody impressed at your skill Xxx
Glad you are enjoying it 😊 I am soooo busy with the sequel...but nuff 'bout that. YOU, Marion, are an awesome writer. You have a truly unique voice which is what every good poet should have — their own unique voice. That is what I was told by someone who really knows their stuff. And you definitely have that. I always look forward to reading what you have written x
I always knew you were not that far away .. just across the water in fact .. I could feel it all along ........ it would seem Old Swansea's one helluva place to go back to or visit & who bloody well knows, maybe I shall get a day ticket .. ................................................................................................................ N :) x
Are you? Another fine upstanding British citizen then Nev?....always easy to spot aren't we lol...thankyou my friend 🤗🤗🤗
that's a Welsh wave!!! 😍🤩
I can look across the water & see Swansea .. in fact, I was doing just that not ten minutes ago .. 😊❤️ that's an English wave back at ya :) x
Lol...let me know when you're going to do it again and I'll wave back 🙃😃🤩
Marion it's nice to touch base sometimes and reflect on days gone by and all too quickly.
Your poem certainly and poignantly nails it.
And through your nuanced imagery all that is missing is the smell.
A super write from beginning to end.
And if I see you down the Mumbles Mile I'll buy a drink and you can make it a double, for writing a touch of class.
Hell, I'll even through in a bag of chips and get your dancing shoes on girl and we'll trip the light fantastic and paint the town red.
A great piece Marion and in your hands pure poetry gold presented my friend.x.
You are so very kind with your comments Shaun...it's been years since I painted the town red...well come to think of it...at least 18 months 😃💕
a wonderful painting Marion!...............................................................Jim
Thanks Jim x