Tuesday, 12 April 2016

POEM - Sitting on a Bench...

So, this one is based on yesterday's prompt, using 'Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota' by James Wright to formulate a poem that describes a place in detail, before reverting to a more philosophical final line. Unfortunately, my philosophical line comes courtesy of Schopenhauer, so it's not very cheery...

Sitting on a bench at the City Arboretum, Nottingham

Over my head, I see the humbug-striped magpie
Standing on the thick black branch,
Shaking cherry blossom to the ground like confetti.
Down the hill, behind the empty bandstand,
The laughter of a hundred ducks
Merges with the swoop of passing tram carriages.
To my right,
In a field of spilled-paint grass, flung with buttercups,
A bright blue crisp packet
Glitters like an unearthed hoard.
I lean back, as the evening light lingers in the trees.
A woman walks past, pushing an empty pram.
Life without suffering is meaningless.

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