The Object of Pursuit of an Inner-Saboteur

13/03/2010

“The Man and His City”

Filed under: poetry — Monika Thornton @ 20:04
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he grew up in this city’s dirt
flying paper aeroplanes into ceiling sky
holding to his mother’s skirt
frightened of the shopping windows
where the frozen mannequins
stared with deadly eyes

he became a man in this city
where behind wrought iron gates
lived a girl with freckles
who stole his willing heart as
it matched her polka dot red dress
they kissed in the clouds of cigarettes
and matched their footsteps blending in with crowds

he grew old in this city
where the street lamps marked his route

and the townhall clock marked his life
unrecognized passer-by
staring in and staring out
old man who fed the pigeons
and loved his city like his wife 

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2 Comments »

  1. I admire the elegence of this poem. It is very visual. This kind of approach would be excellent for TMA04.

    Comment by Sophie Whitley Flavell — 14/03/2010 @ 21:52 | Reply

  2. Thanks again, Sophie! Great advice. TMA04 is still a bit of a puzzle, I think I’m too scared to dig deep into my past and then to write about it without fictionalizing? not easy! ha ha

    Comment by Monika Thornton — 15/03/2010 @ 10:24 | Reply


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