dull drab drenched
slick slate cobble
beneath church tower shadow
with dark green fringe
and little red berries
poisoned podules in the rain.
muddy clouds collide
with silver sunlight shafts
and the rain takes hold.
cobbles glisten and weep
and run past the old dark windows
with flicker lights and muffled talk
and the faint scent of beer and wine
and the wood smoke comfort of a real log fire.
the tears skip on through shop front dummies
and wedding wishes and garden gifts,
hungry and sweet,
towards beckoning gutter and yawning drain
slipping into the darkness
down to the depths
and on to the sea.
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Very nicely written this poem is a landslide of images that form its power and force. Nicely done
thanks, still feels a bit clunky to me, but if I mess with it too much it will make it worse
You are welcome Mark sometimes the first draft is the most powerful and closest to the soul
Well written. Your poem "Newport" revolves around the interplay between nature and urban life, reflecting on how rain transforms the cityscape while also evoking emotions of nostalgia and melancholy. The imagery suggests a connection between the environment and human experiences, as the rain becomes a metaphor for tears and the passage of time.
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