BACKS

 

BACKS

No-one designs the backs of buildings to be seen

a child with wooden blocks could do better

yet every day 

a million eyes see them from train windows.

Ageing Victorian terraces

trailing listless grey washing,

yards full of junk,

and sagging curtains

revealing glimpses of other people’s lives.

Flat brick rows of suburbia,

double glazed windows looking onto manicured gardens

and a crying child under a climbing frame.

The train goes by so fast, do they know we see them?

Perhaps it doesn’t matter

as long as the eyes that watch a moment of your life

are those of strangers.

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Thanks to J Hardy Carroll for the photo and Rochelle for hosting FF on her blog 

https://rochellewisoff.com/

Another poem, and again a rewrite of one I wrote earlier - this has been a hectic week. I am in the throes of the final ( I think!) edit of my latest novel, which is a sequel to Helter-Skelter published in 2018. Yes, it's been a long time coming, but my excuse is that I published four other books in the intervening period. They are all, of course, available on Amazon.

My LIVING ROCK series - A Volcanic Race: Wolf Clan: Landslide: Rock Festival.

AND a little book of poems which you can buy by clicking on the image at the top of this page.