A Yorkshire Poet Poet Free verse

Contented Stumble

Dark streets, wet back alley slithering in dark rain.

Moon smudged by cloud as the street lights wither

Propped on wall, ale makes legs shudder

'Dog and Duck' sign creaks in breezy rain

Smile and grin in dark grime

Homeward bound, just in bloody time!

Wife at home waits to welcome my plunder

Kids in bunks made if iron slumber

Feet warm up in front of fire

Wind whistles from cobbled street

Through gap under door 'till warm air it meets.

Cup of tea, slice of bread and butter.

Humming tune in rhyme with thunder.

Sleep in bed or in front of fire.

Repeat tomorrow this free time of pleasure.

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Anthony Mark January 25, 2016 at 2:43 AM unusual, write , story is simple yet because of the lack of personalisation, it feels aloof, more an event narrative,..need to add 'tense' to give it a feel that can be engaged with, as if sharing with you....words are there, just needs engage more......Mark A Yorkshire Poet January 25, 2016 at 4:47 PM Hi Mark, Thanks for your comments. Cheers.