Matchstick Dream

My long-delayed flight now fast receding,

The unfamiliar blankets my view.

I fail to recognise the city’s name;

I am waiting but do not know for what.

In this pandemic I walk straight and spare.

A frolicking heavy points through a door,

Where hard-faced boys are flicking bits of cake.

Bored, I join the queue at the pharmacy,

Hoping to find elusive masks and gel.

The man in front looks like L.S. Lowry;

With nothing better to do, I ask him.

‘What do you think?’ he replies. ‘Who can tell?’

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 23rd Dec 2021 17:37

Many thanks for your like, John.

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 20th Dec 2021 18:01

Thank you, It was based on a real dream (if there is such a thing). Strangely, all the elements of the current pandemic, combined with unreality of travel, such as being stuck in indentikit airports, were there. Thanks for your appreciation.

And thanks to Graham, Holden, Tom, Stephen A. and Kevin for the likes.

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keith jeffries

Sun 19th Dec 2021 21:59

Stephen,
a cameo of the present time. Perfectly portrayed.
Thank you Keith

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