L. B. Mek

London’s, scarlet seasons

 

Come Winter we besiege thee, save us

from this furnace Summer’s, inflamed streets

as it melts: our heart’s - decimated, wax sculptures.

Despairing faces, facing-up to Autumn’s entrapments

of austerity cuts: from our elected, wilful ignorance

penning stagnant - future’s, of our City’s kids.

Sunny skies twinkle bright on crimson, Nurturers tears

their knife crime mourning, exploited

for cheap # bulletins: curating

a mislead generation’s absent, Spring

their worth, depicted as mere scarecrows

of touch screen - voices...

 

 

© L. B. Mek

December 2019

 

Comments4

  • Teddy.15

    Do damn powerful, having been born and bred in the streets of South London, I so appreciate this magnificent realistic piece of poetry, a few years ago I was watching from afar yet horrified of the youth battle with knives, I see so much in here as I always do but because I too have a passion for young people and showing that even in the most dire of surcamstances there can always be hope I applaud this poem with sincere applause and Kudos on your last lines. Very clever to use the seasons L.B Bravo.

    • L. B. Mek

      Right? that year was so suffocating to experience
      as witness, to such levels of ineptitude
      from the people we rely upon the most...
      as-ever your empathy, allows you to see
      so much more in my humble scribbles,
      May you be repaid tenfold, for all the support
      you choose to inject, into my poetic journey.
      I shall never forget or take your kindness
      for granted.
      and so humbly, sincerely: I thank you
      my friend

    • Sibo

      Gentle prayer
      Feels so softly
      Like a sunset in a rain

      Thank you so much for such well- felting beauty!)

      • L. B. Mek

        'Gentle'
        was definitely what I felt
        that whole situation needed
        to oppose the heightened, inflamed
        raw emotionality..
        thank you, for picking up on that element
        of my humble scribble, and highlighting it
        in your wonderfully encouraging comment,
        its appreciated, more than you can imagine

      • aDarkerMind

        oh my!!!!
        a talent far beyond the norm;

        • L. B. Mek

          you sure know how to make a humble wannabe
          feel like, he may one day
          become someone worthy, of such generous words
          my friend
          thank you! sincerely

        • Neville

          Oh' how I do hanker for those halcyon days of steam when if there was ever a riff then each would be encouraged to don a pair of gloves and slug it out outside the school gates or on the rec .. When kidney punches, head buts, biting. kneeing and elbows were frowned upon and would lead to disqualification .. When a bloody nose and a black eye or two would be worn like campaign medals and determine the winner ... Knives were for whittling, cutting string and a million other legitimate daily chores .. Sadly, those days are long gone and unlikely to return .... Even sadder the fact that your poem today paints the grimmest picture of an increasingly accurate state of affairs that frightens me shitless .. so much so that I have stopped carrying my old pocket knife that has been a trusty friend for more years than I can remember ... and was my fathers friend before me ... Yes indeed, you reference London, but sadly those scarlet and crimson stained sidewalks are an all too familiar sight right across the country and even beyond .... Well done Mek .. rant over N

          • L. B. Mek

            'and was my fathers friend before me'..
            these words of yours
            I will print and save, for if-ever
            that time comes
            I need reminding, that I too - once
            scribbled something, worthy of being titled Poetry...
            'hyeong', I thank you!
            rant on!



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