and link to Eve’s website;
THIS IS A REWORK OF THE START OF MY POETRY OUTBURST. I LOVE BRIGHTON. THE AREA WE LIVE IN IS KNOWN AS HANOVER
Rapped in rolls of confetti,
Falling on heads of newly weds
Anointed in samish brick building facilities
With children nurseried
Babies close carried next to heart slung safely
Over shoulder whilst holsters hold tools and hammers to protect their houses.
Packed into boxes and parked into the warm embracing earth
Rot with worms and leaves and decaying interest
Memoirs written of outrageous artefacts
Stories of crazy playtime and pastime.
Bathing houses into flats of comfort
Working men’s pub time washed out and dreaming as the lords who paid them
Academic world changing young guns pulling pints to pieces
Decibels to crush the sleeping babies and parents
Colour changing hair as they surmount impossible charges
Pushing grunting puffing on pedals to reach a summit of succession
Rest with tea and crumpets in the park of trees, with ducks a quacking and pigeon gulled haven.
Love our place