Under the viaduct
things are discarded,
where shadows fall heavy
before the night.
Echoes of victims
hauntingly silent,
two drunken strangers
desecrate a murder.
Last moments
absorbed in brick,
graffiti screams
where no-one sees.
Nonchalant commuters
thunder above,
everyone moving away
from you.
Thank you for the likes on this.
Graham, thanks for the comment.
Although I like Blake, Wills, Wordsworth and many of the other flowery poets my favourites are really those who use simple language to the greatest effect, among them I might include Betjeman and Larkin, JC Clarke and others.
Thanks again.
David RL Moore
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7gbFMWZWlo&list=RDEMQCADQblBKEr0wmEpraINDA&index=5
My kind of brevity David.
Screaming graffiti is a great idea
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David RL Moore
Fri 25th Apr 2025 09:29
Thanks for the likes all, I'm suprised this one got so many flowers.
David RL Moore