precious number nine

a vandal thrown beer bottle in free fall 

at the point of smashing

about to rebound its echoey voice off the cobbled

alleyway walls and become a glittering shard carpet

sends me into immediate reverse

loud threats from the brain dead youth

not content with his meaningless victory

I cannot stop from luxuriating in my ears.


In retreat looking back over my shoulder

there he is cutting a menacing figure

that makes me shiver and cross myself

thankful I hadn't put my life on the line again

like I had done in my young Wilde-cat bar brawling days

having I recall used up at least eight of them.   



© Stef Wilde 09/01/2018


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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Thu 11th Jan 2018 20:37

good advice indeed guys, my scrapping days are over


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Rose Casserley

Thu 11th Jan 2018 11:03

stick to the main road in future Stef. Good gear man.

Rose 💋

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Wed 10th Jan 2018 22:46

considering the fact that most yobs today carry knives or other kinds of concealed weapons these days makes self-defending old-fashioned fisticuffs too risky to use.

My advice is if you get the chance just leg it and live

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Jemima Jones

Wed 10th Jan 2018 10:17

you did the right thing this time Stefan, lived to not fight another day. Thank you.Jemima.

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