A poem for October

8 Oct


Frazzled sun

light leaning on old bricks and iron roofs.

Oamaru stone stained, and students’

pump bottles and beat-up shoes.

Faded signs advertising vacancies outside

stucco white motels.

Threadbare, sodden sofas

on rusted fire escape rails.

Chip packets clogging drains,

facades lined with vines.

Taxi’s owned by ex-railway workers

and bins full of empties and buses

full of the retired.

Moss and slime and shadowy places

and crawling yards with mint.

Teenagers in their petticoats and Robbie Burn’s head

covered in seagull shit.


God it’s good to be home.

2 Responses to “A poem for October”

  1. samantha October 8, 2013 at 9:12 am #

    Hey. Nice tone.fun. skipping and light.

  2. maidenfiji October 8, 2013 at 9:13 am #

    I like it Immi. I hope you post your fab pix too.

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