A Poem Pulls Up
written by: Clive Grewcock
I sat at my writing desk and a poem
pulled up on the street below.
It shot into the space
like one of those Italian models,
as though the emptiness
had been waiting especially for its arrival.
When I climbed inside,
gripped the wheel and
looked around I soon realised
this was actually a lumbering classic,
ready to build speed slowly rather
than accelerating to its destination
before you manage to catch your breath.
In fact, as I sunk into the flaked leather seat
I realised I could have quite easily been sat
upon the saddle of an old dray horse or
sickly rocking on the back of a camel.
Clive Grewcock
Clive Grewcock is a writer based in the Scottish Highlands with a particular interest in language and the way it can evoke a depth and emotion through creativity. "Poetry has a wonderful power in our world, not necessarily in a shouting way but also with subtlety and asking others to invest and bring something of themselves to the work. It is good to contemplate and consider through writing."
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