deepundergroundpoetry.com

Bridges

 
  
The bridge parapet was high
at least for me,I was eight
The same in Woolworths
I could not see the sweets
all was knees and shoes,
mahogany,  glass and lino.
There was another bridge
cast in iron parapets
through which I saw the river
it shook as each bus crossed
red and double-decked.
I never trusted such a bridge,
give me stone,of the earth
laid by masons' hands
stone and three feet thick
which did not shake
as buses crossed
red and double-decked.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3 reading list entries 0
comments 4 reads 484
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 10:26pm by Anne-Ri999
SPEAKEASY
Today 10:05pm by Josh
COMPETITIONS
Today 9:54pm by Fiftysevenhours
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:51pm by Casted_Runes
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:08pm by Wafflenose
COMPETITIONS
Today 8:58pm by Rew