Journey of Words

on the bench

Sit hereWatch the sun climb above the willowsThe grass growMist liftA vapour trail driftPonder the pattern of molehillsFeel the breeze on your faceChill on your cheekFresh air in your lungsA kestral dismounts its postFlits over the marshDisgruntled at being watchedAs it too watches the fieldAnd you know that feelingThis is not your bench aloneBeside the… 

Sit here
Watch the sun climb above the willows
The grass grow
Mist lift
A vapour trail drift

Ponder the pattern of molehills

Feel the breeze on your face
Chill on your cheek
Fresh air in your lungs

A kestral dismounts its post
Flits over the marsh
Disgruntled at being watched
As it too watches the field

And you know that feeling
This is not your bench alone

Beside the bench
A crumpled cigarette packet
With picture of a rotting mouth
Health warning clear as cancer
FUMER TUE

It’s clearly cheaper
To die from smoking in French

~

CLP 30/12/2024

2 responses

  1. Barnadhya Rwitam Avatar
    Barnadhya Rwitam

    Nicely written, almost felt like I was sitting on that bench in the image as I read through.

    1. Christopher Perry Avatar
      Christopher Perry

      Thank you for reading. I appreciate you taking the time to let me know. 🙏

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