Thursday, June 14, 2007

Poem

Endcliffe Park

Green lung
Where mothers come to push Silver Crossed toddlers
As dog walkers walk their hairy dogs.
See it on a summery Sunday afternoon
Frisbees and football
Amidst picnicking people.
It’s like a Lowry print
Except the figures move.
Glad to be alive
Casting shadows on the grass.

Once, long ago
I laid in a snowfall there
And left my shape
Spread-eagled
Like a murder victim
Waiting for
Summer to return.

by Yorkshire Pudding June 14th 2007
Queen Victoria guards the Hunters Bar entrance to Endcliffe Park, Sheffield.

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