The Park Bench 'swing'.
Sweeping municipal buildingsĀ
loom inward with principled overhang.
Swooping seagulls launch lazy graceless
glaze on parkland treetops.
Sweaty armpitsĀ seep from runners-
panting painful spittle.
Sweets in tiny mouths, sticky toffee fillings-
swapping dripping lollies for fizzled nectar bottled toothache.
Swooning mothers, strained and flustered-
cleansing screaming reddened faces with wipes and tissues.
Swiping squirel snatching offered snacks-
struggles with chewed gum and fast food scrapings.
Swotting students- sprawling books and numbers
over worm casted grassland.
Swearing teen groupings crowd and crow-
leaking hormonal havoc in their wake.
Sword fighting tots cavorting with balloon man's
squeeky rubbered creations.
Switching clicking fingers, texting flicking buttons-
keyboards for input/output-
interface-
in your face,
swamping natures themes and rhythms
with 'pumped up' plumbed in earplugged jingles.
Swimming fowl crawl through trollied jetsam lake
and a single swan that can't go on...
Ray Miller
Wed 28th Apr 2010 07:43
Nice descriptions, has an "all at once" feel, which is presumably your intent."worm casted grassland"-what's that then?bottled toothache is good and the ending is fine...