Urban Scape

 

Urban Scape

I loved old metal fire escapes,
black clatter steps, scaled back entrance,
back passage airy filigree,
exoskeletal buttress place.
They enforced snickets, garage kerbs,
detritus bins kept out of sight,
room space preventing tenements,
the crowded High Street free to live.

These alimentary canals,
deliveries, smell, scrap compact,
of grease, car parts, tired tread remoulds,
white van man, packing, in a rush,
well hidden from commercial front,
where pristine counter customers
meet patter, sleek, sales talk let loose,
free coffee, clip board, x tick box.


 
 
 Stephen Kingsnorth

 

Stephen Kingsnorth, retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church with Parkinson’s Disease, has had pieces published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies, most recently Poetry Potion, Parkinson’s Art, The Parliament Literary Journal, Sparks of Calliope.