City Poems

There's beauty in these streets,

This city yours and mine.

Cars like tiny bugs crawling slowly through her veins.

Traffic lights her magic wands cast you on your journey.

People walk like ghosts in this cities memories.

There's beauty in these streets,
Yours and mine,
Her heart beats in the hustle and bustle,
Cars like toys scattered on her rug ,
Lampposts like man made stars behind her eyes,
Postboxes keeping letters safe in her arms,
Litter like dazzling gemstones around her neck and wrists,
Seasons pass like ghosts in her veins.

There's beauty in these streets, everyday standing still.
My Dads substation looking over blocks of flats and houses running up the side of the hill.
Other peoples lives, hidden behind shifting curtains, laughter and loneliness,talking and tears.