Walking the walk......
I saw a man walking today.
We were in the Chrysler 300c, heading to Aldi’s
Via
The deviation
Because of roadworks on Canwick Hill.
I was coming to a low level bridge
In Washingborough
And saw him
In and out of the corner
Of an eye.
Why he registered,
I don’t know for sure.
Went on our way.
Shopped at Aldi’s for £64.08p
And got our diesel at Tesco’s.
With the voucher, we saved over £8.00.
Travelled back towards Nocton
Without a hitch at Canwick Hill.
On the outskirts of Branston,
There he was,
Again.
The man at the bridge.
How could he have walked so far?
Where was he going?
He was tall, grey haired, long haired
Curley haired,
Dressed mostly in black.
Looked like an ex-rocker.
Slim.
Head held high aimed at the Horizon.
Was my flitting feeling of jealousy
Something to do with his purpose and gait?
What gracious thoughts had he magiced
Whilst I had been raiding some shelves.
Did I see a pencil sticking out of his top pocket?
c. DVG 9th January 2015....
Ah! The power of the pencil.
ReplyDeleteThe power of the man who is different, the man who walks, does not conform and may even write poetry with a pencil.
ReplyDeleteIs the point of the poem the difference between the man 'contained' in the car and the supermarket and the man seemingly free to walk and think anywhere?
ReplyDeleteThat could certainly be a major theme. The poem was also written around the time of the recent killings in France. Perhaps the man in the car doesn't relate to this but the man walking is in action and armed with a pencil. Perhaps the 'free' man can make a difference?
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