There was the bus
beastly, pulling up
I sprinted, nimble in my winkle-pickers
thinking ‘ahh, there she goes’
in a lurching, twerking cloud of fetid stink
It’s funny; in your rushed make-up
lines climbed around your eyes like the
footprints of tiny sea birds
in a riverbed
‘Two winters is too long’, I thought
There must be
a place for me
somewhere
in the sun
MY TROUBLED MIND 
A place in the sun, must simply agree! Thank you for dropping by to have a read.
hey – i’m sure there is…smiles
loved esp. the image of the eye make up like the
footprints of tiny sea birds
in a riverbed…. very cool description…
Thank you Claudia, I hope there is
Thank you claudia
Very thought-provoking. I love the two winters being too long and your place for yourself in the sun. So many possible interpretations. Really nice!
Thank you Jilly
Reblogged this on jillypopmusic and commented:
My #ReblogWednesday is this lovely poem by Luke Otley. Read more of his poetry at lukeotley.com
Sure there is 🙂
Nice piece of art
Thank you Aduks