The words, poems, stories and thoughts of award winning writer and journalist, Nic Outterside
The strange steady glare
Mutilates the faces of travellers
Brightness permeates
The fogginess of the night
Shoes shuffle among
Dying leaves that whisper
Fear and futility
Clutch at dragging feet
The paper mimics
It slides smoothly after masters
And swaying mistresses
Grotesque phantoms flit ever changing
Up the wall and down
In ghostly images leap
And the street lamps
Just loom and fade
BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
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This was from a poem I originally wrote 35 years ago. I found it among a collection of yellowing paper in a box destined for the attic. I have stripped the poem down to its bare bones and have rewritten it… the images are still there from that Barnsley street in 1978.
I love it! You’re a great poet – keep writing them – awesome! Haunting, you really paint a good scene.
Thanks Laura xx