Today is World Poetry Day so here are a couple of 'travel' poems.
From Recreation Ground
At first it might have been coincidence
that we heard so many car horns
shifting through the Doppler effect,
or checked in at hotels where girls
in Sunday best held hands and sang
interminable folk tunes.
Only, the following day, new couples
emerged from a scaffolded church
with candles lit, and family groups
assembled in a park for photographs
where filigree blossom coincidentally
obscured the Stalinist backdrop.
Thirty, forty weddings eased
from municipal ceremonies to pose
beneath late-flowering cherry trees,
anticipated pleasures, and advice
they’d hardly need, being of an age
when all has seemed so changed.
Such innocence again around the square,
these brand new starts, this expectation,
Romanian sunlight on dove-grey dresses.
From Reversing into the Cold War
Gently moving gently
across the cockled sands
a memory of something
comes with ghost limbs
waving or hand in hand,
already passing over.
Waders’ startled cries
the tides redeem
in the furl and drag
of each wave’s roll;
this far from home, at sea,
the migrants float in shoals.
Recreation Ground is published by Two Rivers Press. Reversing into the Cold War is published by Firewater Press/Poetry Monthly.