A SIGN (For the poetry walkers)
We meet amongst breezeblocks and fumes,
the sustained roar of worn tyres
and the deep grind of twenty four hour lorries.
We turn our heads and loop up the cycle path,
past flowers beds, gratefully allowed to sleep off
a liquid lunch and within five transitional minutes,
man-made machines become background.
Wind begins to race through trees, birds premiere
their newest music with guest soloists, fresh air
eventually give us a natural high.
Under darker, cooler green, we hold hands and form
a silent circle, always a challenge for active
city mouths. Insects dance a foxtrot on my forehead,
pond life, emptier with each warmer year, collects more
plastic and cans.
Suddenly, written in blood red,
is a sign posing the question we need to answer.
We adjust our circle and debate. I wake up.
Down Stockport Road to Highfield Park
to walk around, seeing people and dogs
and people having takeaways
and hearing sirens going past.
Pressing the bell for the bus to stop and
seeing maps and trees in the park and
touching the bench and the tables and
walking in the woods and smelling the flowers.
Bikes and babies in the park,
crisscrossing pathways and routes to explore,
sounds of water and more,
echo of voices under the bridge,
roots of trees digging under my feet.
A GOOD DAY OUT
I see the buses and the cars
and the green trees, listen
to the music and the fire engine,
smelling the petrol and
car fumes and the air, feeling
the touch of the bus seats,
reading the newspaper,
feeling stressed and feeling happy.
FROM ST LUKE’S
shops & exhaust fumes
Lidl & restaurants
mosque & traffic
Salvation Army & church
sound of the bus engine &
people getting on
cars & fences
stressed out with it all
too many people
takeaways & sirens
bus conductor & fences
& kids playing
grass & flowers
dogs & bumblebees
cabbages & the pond
bushes & trees
rhubarb & ladybirds
pine cones & ladybirds
rustling in trees & birds singing
people walking & kids playing
Len’s humming & singing of opera
content, normal & serene
I feel like I’m meant to live
in nature & not concrete
IN THE PARK
People like to go for a walk in the park
and the dogs like the water.
I like the flowers and trees,
the kids playing and the pond.
I MISS HOME
What will quench the thirst in me?
Will food be the antidote or medicine?
Appetite, oh appetite! Woman!!
Ripe fried plantain and beans stew
are on the list: Yes!!!
Wow! My salivary glands are on duty,
Within minutes I was at the 192 bus stop.
Two 192 buses appeared,
the first one drove right past
for I raised my hand too late.
The second arrived, hurrah, I was on
bus 192 to Longsight shopping centre.
Hurrah, joy, joy, off we went.
I bought my ripe plantain and a few
ingredients and home we came
Within half an hour fried plantain
and its friends were ready for eating.
May God bless His provision.