Monday, 6 September 2010

Poem a day, 5: September 5th 2010

Followed by morris dancers today.
I turned around in the street
standing my ground
and they jangled a ragged reggae
pretending to look away
at crystals in a shop window.
Start walking: the bells start ringing.
I ran and the tempo increased
to hardcore electronica beats
jumped onto the train
they followed
six echoes in garish seats
faces hairy and mean, with big hats.
I got off one stop early
and they shook their ringing fists
as they were taken away.

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