City

I've been challenged by my granddaughter to write poems that she can use as inspiration for her university course.

The first one is an adaptation of an older poem,

The second is a rough draft that may be expanded on.

Merry Christmas to one and all

Clouds scud swiftly in a leaden sky,

streetlight and aerials bend and bow,

paper swirls in the air,

whilst tin cans clatter along the concrete

and pigeons shelter in town hall eaves;

Yet all the while,

above the city roofs,

the crows dance and gambol

and ride the wild wind

Light and dark

Stark shadows on grey concrete

Blinding sun reflects from acres of glass

Mirrored, reflected

Casting impossible shadows