A Lamp Post

A lamp post tourniquet of wilted roses,
They weep and fuse inside their bag,
Of polythene-condensation-tears.

It's been there for a week or so now.
A note attached,
Rain-ink-drips block capitals:

A bent-double bollard -
A dislocated thumb,
Its wire fangs and bone,
Expose the torn pavement flag bare.

Child undone:
A hit-and-run.


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Thu 13th Oct 2016 17:13

Great and precise imagery to convey that terrible message - what poetry should be doing. I'm sure others who are not poets would be impressed as well as us who may be envious at the skill.


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suki spangles

Thu 13th Oct 2016 09:31

Thank you to everyone who has commented. Really appreciated.

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Tom Harding

Wed 12th Oct 2016 20:37

very neatly pieced together, thanks

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Laura Taylor

Wed 12th Oct 2016 13:46

Indeed. Succinct and tragic.

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Trevor Alexander

Wed 12th Oct 2016 13:07

Sad tale, nicely written.

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