Poetry Blog by Graham Sherwood
The audience is very sparse tonight
thirty-odd at best, evenly spaced by choice
barring a few couples mostly widowed.
As an incomer, I sit behind
and count the turnout of tight grey heads,
locals, none under seventy.
Although the surroundings are familiar
none take off their coats, as if making ready
for a swift exit.
They ‘otch’ uncomfortably, all chewing toffees
Tuesday 20th August 2019 9:37 am