Could it be that everything is leading
to this juncture?
The wind ushering away volatile thoughts
which threaten
to twist pieces of straw into rope in the corner of my mind—
I dress in a hurry,
all the while, hoping, for the weather to be fine;
coffee steaming in a richly decorated pot,
there are days when the antiseptic blue of the sky helps see
the bigger picture—
one minute it rains and another behaves.
“Excuse me sir, which way leads to Oxford Street?”
Photo credits: Juja_Han, latte, Unsplash
Sarah hosts at dVerse and asks us to write poems inspired by
three little words that also describe a location in London at the
site what3words. I chose: behave pots fine 💝
Posted for Poetics: Three Little Words @ dVerse Pub
The wind ushering away volatile thoughts which threaten to
twist pieces of straw into rope in the corner
of my mind—
I just love that image. This poem is like a fragment of a story – it reminded me of the way you hear bits of conversation in a busy street – the urgency.
Thank you so much, Sarah 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt)
The sense of urgency is tangible in this piece and it’s expressed so clearly and beautifully. The last thing that anyone would want is to get lost just RIGHT before they really need to be at the destination. Definitely a universal experience. 🙂 Stunning writing.
Thank you so much, Lucy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I liked “one minute it rains, another behaves.” As noted, the richness of the prose, the finite details, immerses us in some continuum, with back story and flash forward barely veiled.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Great snapshot of this bustling city life with its unpredictable weather. This part I also like:
antiseptic blue of the sky helps see
the bigger picture—
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
one minute it rains and another behaves.
“Excuse me sir, which way leads to Oxford Street?”
That’s Britain summed up in those two lines! Evoked fond memories of London for me 😊
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
The lines that stand out for me, Sanaa, are:
‘The wind ushering away volatile thoughts
which threaten
to twist pieces of straw into rope in the corner of my mind’.
I also love the ‘coffee steaming in a richly decorated pot’, which does help us to get over the fickle London weather.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I love all the different “directions” your poem went.
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I really like this! One part that really gets my attention is “antiseptic blue of the sky.” Looking at the expanse of blue sky can help to clean up and “disinfect” my thoughts from too much negativity and navel-gazing.
Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so glad the poem spoke to you on a personal level. 💄❤️
I love how you focus on the normality of a morning, the coffee, the sky and the cold
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I got the sense that the narrator might be going on a job interview, nervous, looking for the right location. I like the antiseptic blue sky, because it feels like a fresh breath of reality there. The morning images are all very real and palpable, I enjoyed it!
I love all the details–the antiseptic blue sky, the hopes of “coffee steaming in a richly decorated pot,” the changeable London weather, and the sense of urgency to find this street!