November verse 9: In Newtown

Posted on 25 November 2018 | 3 Comments

November verse 9: In Newtown
Noon, Saturday. As I went walking
King Street South I met a flow,
a gaggle, not a troupe, of talking
mimes – youths dressed à la Marceau:
white face, striped shirt, a red carnation.
Cheerful, noisy desecration.
If mimes aren’t silent, what’s the point?
The times are clearly out of joint.
Then at the bus stop, here’s a scammer:
‘Hi,’ she says, ‘Long time no see!’ …
Then, ‘Would you like to come with me?’
She made no headway with her glamour.
‘Five dollars, then?’ I shook my head.
All when I went to buy some bread.

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3 responses to “November verse 9: In Newtown”

  1. Jim KABLEJim KABLE | 25 November 2018 at 10.11 pm | Reply

    References to the wider world and all kinds of possibilities while out for one’s daily bread! Bright and fluid this piece of verse! I couldn’t help smiling! Was that the point? Of course.

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  2. shawjonathan | 25 November 2018 at 10.19 pm | Reply

    Thanks, Jim. Yes, I guess that was the point.

    Like

  3. Lisa Hill | 25 November 2018 at 10.21 pm | Reply

    Gosh, that’s an interesting stroll!

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