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.
The Inkwell 
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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