Tonight we have been prompted at #dversepoetry pub to describe the city in which we live. As I have never lived in a city I had to imagine what it would feel like. the town (not quite a city) Iive in is not really home. my heart is in the country side.
Curio-city. pt1.
What lays beyond that door?
Red on black above shouts curio-city.
Titillates my curiosity that window,
Light shouts curio-city in pink neon!
Compelled to enter curio-city,
Shop of endlessly delightful wonder.
Mr Curio-city taxidermist in residence!
Stuffed poets on pedestals for sale to all!
First draft © rogleach 31/5/2021
Curio-city. Pt2.
What lays beyond those doors?
Off Glass, wood or plastic?
Curio-City no longer has me,
Shopping now of no appeal.
Wonky fields holding appeal,
Over shop doors in sharp concrete walls.
Curio-city shopping a thing of the past,
Not safe for us poets in this city.
Second draft © 16/01/2024 rog leach
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