Best Bristol Poems

A letter from Bristol arrived on my doorstep
I knew its contents would cause me such pain
An invitation for a routine mammogram – 
My Goodness …two years have flown past again

I arrived at the breast-screening center
And sat down on a bright lime green chair
The x ray...

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I remember the grey slithers of rain,
The jocular driver
As I boarded the bus
At Temple Meads,
And the friendly lady who told me
When we had arrived at the city centre.
I remember the little pub on King Street,
With its quiet maritime atmosphere.
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An old lady from Bristol,
Walks around with a bag of menthol, 
She unwraps and licks,
Every time she an answer seeks,
An old lady with a heart like a ball....

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No one comes to see
The trees of early spring--
No cars, no buses,
No cameras, poised and ready.

Quiet grays and browns
Salute the day's early mist,
As it rises in resonance
With early Chinese painting.

Is this a death time,
When hoped-for green
Is still a dream?
What if this year
There is no yield,
No...

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