FruitandNut
February 6th, 2005, 11:36 AM
Under the Portway.
(The Portway is a road that runs alongside the River Avon and under Brunel's Clifton Suspension Bridge [in Bristol]. Alcoholics and druggies often sleep under it on a kind of stony ballast.)
Is that hope that shines from under Brunel's span?
-That in rising shines it's warmth onto my pebbled bed.
Overseerer of life's bustling that once I was a part; of family's joys and work's experience.
Now amid alcohol's muddling mists, I lie scratching at unwelcome guests,
while overhead that Welfare State rushes on by.
Then I painfully do turn and sigh,
"there but for the grace of God go I".
An experiment to see if I can make poetry and prose mix!
(The Portway is a road that runs alongside the River Avon and under Brunel's Clifton Suspension Bridge [in Bristol]. Alcoholics and druggies often sleep under it on a kind of stony ballast.)
Is that hope that shines from under Brunel's span?
-That in rising shines it's warmth onto my pebbled bed.
Overseerer of life's bustling that once I was a part; of family's joys and work's experience.
Now amid alcohol's muddling mists, I lie scratching at unwelcome guests,
while overhead that Welfare State rushes on by.
Then I painfully do turn and sigh,
"there but for the grace of God go I".
An experiment to see if I can make poetry and prose mix!