Depressing poetry #keepsake

Found an envelope of poetry that I wrote during my first stint at university, those moody years transitioning from teenager to adulthood – well so it would seem for me looking through these old pages typed on my electric typewriter. Produced a few depressing pieces, seems I had a problem with finding somewhere to be alone in the city and sunset! Here’s one as a #keepsake.

Ode to Denton Park

‘Til blue dusk the hands approach
Like the beginning of some bizarre horror movie.
Shadow crawls
beyond the soft breeze.
The breeze which ripples
But gently
The swings in Denton Park.

Patches are the rays
which once warmed the sunny yellow faces –
of daisies now enclosed in white.
Bent heads.
Fading are the rays to a world beyond
Up there –
cotton wool paradise
A muser’s haven.

Is this city silence?
The traffic away but here –
A faded sound.
The city surrounds, but –
only glimpses invade this green land.
Where life passes –
and the occasional creak, of
a swing, where
I
am the aerodynamic being
A blur of colour with
A beat of heart.
Heart

Heart

Sinks to the pit. I am suspended.
Again
I think. I muse and contemplate
Life … which I shouldn’t.
I can’t
without tears

The cold now prowls
bringing grey to this green.

The hands take flight –
Rushing
To a new, new day.

5 November 1988

Wow, I’m so grown up and chirpy now!