Above the crumbling legends

Of the castle wall's masonry

There are unbelievable  swifts

Who dine beneath thin clouds


Dotted between tea shops

And jam and clotted scones

Mothers check sparse purses 

That may stretch to an ice cream bribe


Then Fighting the dreams on back seats

That are twinned with familiar  home routes

Each turn reminiscent of slippers

After a day in outgrown shoes


Poetry by LFD3
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Written on 2017-05-06 at 18:06

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
very nice! lots of relatable images, but i know the reality cannot be imagined. much see to appreciate, but i like the bribes and slippers.