Midnight M5

Salford Quays and Manchester Piccadilly, 25th June 2010

 

The wheels of the tram roll in as

the sun descends over Ontario Basin

The moon sits proudly in a northern sky

shining on the remains of a fallen earth

 

Moonlight casts its light like a net

over water, concrete and glass

rainbow lights flicker on the waters edge

as glitterballs twinkle

 

Music played from off afar

buskers collect tips in their hats and jars

sirens cut the peace as peacemakers go cross the town

and cleaning crew vehicles cover the ground

 

And maidens of the day

make their way in the coloured light

as moon shines brightly

and stars guide through the night

 

The final buses are making their way

no more time to go and play

so its drinking a beverage in the late night caff

talking with mates and having a laugh.

Response

  1. Note for the reader – I’ve “re-used” a verse from one of my previous poems on here – inadvertently – It adds a little character and ends the poem off nicely. Not to be discounting the poem I clipped (it was mine 😉 ) you can find it here https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2016/02/28/manchester-midnight/

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