Poetry Friday
52
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So, it made it
through the year, 52 weeks of poetry Friday. And now it is time to announce the
end of the project. I will still publish poems on the blog but no longer as a
regular feature. Thanks for your support during this project and stay tuned for
two big announcements next week.
Three poems for
you this week
Madrid
Rainbows
drip across the
city
permeate every
crack
seep through
the stubbornest of
dry ground.
Chasing away
the grey,
the black, the
white.
until the city
wakes up
saturated in
hope.
Runaway train
Runaway train
clattering over
tracks,
turning a
humdrum journey
into an
adventure
a mish mash of
coaches,
some luxurious,
some lived in,
some coal
wagons.
It picked up
speed and
veered out of
control,
and now it’s
run its race,
puffing the
last breath of steam,
coughing,
spluttering,
slipping into a
siding,
and rolling to
a halt.
Past
Vivid memories
of a past I’d
love to see again.
Moving forwards
yet reaching backwards,
to a time
before hate, suspicion,
and fake news.
Will I see
those days again?
Hope dies last.
So there we
are, the end of Poetry Friday. More poetry soon but on an ad hoc basis.
Have a good
week.
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