Poem of the Day — Clapped in Tents

Clapped in Tents
A hill rising, lake filled valley

Soaring split shovels full of glory in a stark white light magnificence

Chuckle is bunked up sleeping bags

Halfway up a mountain

A gorgeous green grand Grampian edifice

Smart against the pale blue back drop

Reflected in the water, a beacon of dust

I’m sucked into dreaming; managing opulence, greedy with built up delusions

Mind tipped into cupboards

Doors locked from underneath baskets of tissues

Talking arcade pulling machines; locked up prisons

A place for a grey marked card mystery man

My lean to the left, listing in the aftermath

Buried in ball breaking testing tubes

More than a clever trick

At best a leap of trust

Build on cast sand

Cracked in cheap concrete heaven

Tell a tale to the tall man my father
Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee May 10th 2015

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