Market

Market

From the mouths of children
Breathing white smoke
The chill of the day already
Covered by an invisible cloak

As if filled with tears
The gathering dark clouds
Ready to burst with rain
Over the swelling crowds

Sounds of the street
As day fills with life
Echo in the cold winds
That can slice like a knife

The sonorous voice
Of an eager hawker
Selling his wares as
Patrons offer tender

Bundled citizens hunched over
With faces as red as roses
Braving the bitter cold
With dripping noses

Hirsute dogs straying
Amongst the throng
Looking for scraps
As the day grows long

An alliance of locals
Gather at the tavern
Adopting good humor
As the moon turns silvern

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Sonorous

Hirsute

Eager

Alliance

Adopt

 

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  4 comments for “Market

  1. September 27, 2018 at 9:52 pm

    I enjoyed Your imagery of your Market day poem, especially this stanza
    ” Sounds of the street
    As day fills with life
    Echo in the cold winds
    That can slice like a knife”

    • Christine Bolton
      September 27, 2018 at 10:00 pm

      Thanks Ivor. I always try and paint a picture 🙂

      • September 27, 2018 at 10:01 pm

        You do it superbly.

      • Christine Bolton
        September 27, 2018 at 10:17 pm

        Thank you. You’re too kind 🙂

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