West Indian
written by: Glynn Sinclare
@chitanclare
I hear your words.
I have been there
a fly on the wall
It is familiar
I read the music
in your words
The street names
the shops
London
The vibe
Steel band, pan.
the Abby on Sunday
I have seen them playing
Cricket, Cards,
drink to escape,
To block the sounds
Of The Caribbean Sea
the hot sun
Roti and curry duck
They chose to live
and work in
Days that flow
one into another
Wind and rain
The buss of London streets
Man, one day I am going home
But now I am old.
I am a Limerick Author poet. I have written three books in three years. For me I am rewarded with the achievement of holding these books in my hand. The Emigrants 2017, Poetics Book of 100 poems 2018 and Poetics Book of Poems Volume 2 released September 2019. I write under the pen name Glynn Sinclare AKA Clare Glynn Chitan. My poetry has been read on several audio poetry radio shows of American poet Tamara Miles “Where the light must fall” Broadcast by Spiritplants Radio and Alan Johnson “The World Comes to you”.
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