Movember poetry challenge – Day 5

The Song Of My People

Listen to this:

Clack    clack    clack

On the dry asphalt
On the glistening asphalt
Puncturing colourful leaves

Clack clack clack

Torture devices
Firing up that hop in their steps
Not to extend the implied mini-agony

Wouldn’t it be perfect
If everyone wore them?
Making the pavements
Louder than birds
Once they’ve figured out
They have to jump ship

Clacking impatience

Morning and evening
Bursting with empathy
For all the toes and the calves
Walking more vulnerably
Hips swaying more dangerously
Puncturing colourful leaves


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