can’t stay, places to be,
people to see, and mind
the gap
clear the doors
on my way, no time
to stop, no time
to chat, follow the
crows, over the
bridge, under the
hill, past the
trees, slowing,
steely, silent,
shovels, unshaven


green light
back on track,
through the
town, no one to
see, towards the
city, never sleeps
never breathes
full of the faces
tip of the tongue
tight in a tux
gossiping girls
hang on the arm
wobbly heels
half a skirt, less to lose….

…… centre stage…..

from a sleep, deep
to life at night, passed by
worth a try
slip of a dress, dreams
dance alone, shapes
fresh, follow the scent,
country lass,
out on the tiles, miles
endless queues, queens
dressed to kill,
kings still, without a heart
found a prince
lacking charm,
losing faith, lost shoes
kicking off, too tight to walk
takes the floor, above
shining lights, ground
spinning round,
stage fright, slip away
found, another world,
another place
full of the wolves


Slowly, green light
, midnight, got to go….

If you’d like to find out a bit more about this poem, click the link to the page “Explained” which shines a light on the background to each poem, or helps you to understand what the heck’s going on if you’re a bit baffled!

By cyncoed

Old & Welsh

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