PIED
Patterns of pied shadows
are everywhere, everywhere,
though Waterloo or bitter
Kennington, blown out with cars,
caking lorries and their habitual fumes,
move rhythmically with the easy sleight
of advertising’s sophisticated fritter
or the cyclic falsity of neonating glooms.
But even where the petty patterns
of cast-out linklights loop and litter
the chaining streets, I have seen
shadows so pied that the fond,
the lavish caress of a pretty girl,
brings such lost links and ties
with the stream-brookling welter of whispering countrysides
that shinnying shadows shake out, pleasure-pied.
(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)
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How Cool Post Jonathan..!
You’re most welcome 🙂
Loved it, nice writing 🙂
Thank you very much.
How beautiful. Thoroughly enjoyed Jonathan.
Very kind of you to comment in this way. Thank you.