Saturday, 20 February 2010

re POEM 28

Deansgate Platform

Sipping tepid coffee, Amante
and I trample over footbridge, descend stone stairway,
and rest black bike against platform bench; hard,
uninviting...

unlike the hint of his Jean Paul Gaultier
perfume tickling my cold nostrils; warm, familiar.

Thoughts interrupted:

by a woman in her sixties pacing
with a pinched ‘I’ve just missed a train’
expression; her short booted strides
clunk concrete. Her bright pink coat
and ash-grey layered cut gives me chuckle,

Growing old gracefully? I suppose. Just as I am; snagged
in sequined net of romance on Deansgate platform.

Catherine Mark

3 comments:

arte said...

love this one. :)

through the lines, i felt like watching the scene

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Cynthia said...

Enjoyed the small yet astute
observations that build this
poem.