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_Walking Home_

Midday. And this maddog englishman is taking a walk;
Too hot indoors, so I'm out, in the too-hot outdoors.
The sun has moved our island to the Meditteranean for the week
And the English (predictably, perhaps) are complaining.

I walk down a suburban road, keeping to the right for the shade.
But there's few trees, and only an inch of shadow from
The hedges that border every garden; those modern British castle battlements
That neighbours use to peer suspiciously when anyone walks by.

Despite the heat, there's music in the air.
Hard to catch - it rises and falls like the heat haze that carries it.
On the left, a church service running late; voices singing a familiar hymn;
And further on, from an upstairs window, pop music from a teenager's stereo.

And in the midst of this, a car cruises by. Black BMW;
Body panels flexing rhymically in time to the gangsta rap,
Like a body-builder posing to an audience.
The privet borders twitch again as it passes.

Then turning into the final stretch of the walk.
A main road: more traffic, more noise, and (as if it were possible) more heat.
Past some workmen digging through the already semi-molten tarmac,
And finally through the door, and into the furnace I call home.


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Spudley Strikes Again
www.BadPuns.com
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The following comments are for "Walking Home"
by Spudley

Just Like Home!
Hi Spud, for a moment, I thought you were talking about my neighborhood. This week has been a scorcher!

I was hoping to hear about a quaint village in England, when I pulled this up...I LOVE all things British. (In another life, I think I was banished to the towers to await my fate, but more likely, it was debtors prison, where I was the prototype for a Charles Dickens novel!)
Have to see England before I die!

As for the poem, it was charming. (Turn on the A/C!)

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: August 13, 2003 )

Hot
Take a walk with me to a world of lit there we will sit and sit.:)
Cool poem spud. Hot and sweaty like I like things.:0)

( Posted by: lovesessence [Member] On: August 13, 2003 )

Re:suggestion
Im really really new here and dont know how or where things are done yet... point Me in the right direction please *smiles*

( Posted by: SinamonAngel [Member] On: August 13, 2003 )

sun
my favourite thing about this poem, spudley, is that you don't try to link the images into a nice trite little ball at the end. a walk is a walk is a walk. i understand. nice that each of the senses gets its shine-time within the context of this poem. the only thing i winced at a little was the last line. "furnace i call home" didn't quite work for me.
overall, i'm liking your work. thanks.

( Posted by: ark [Member] On: November 4, 2003 )





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