Through the Archway
From hustle and bustle of busy village life,
through the arched decorated entrance
the contrast of weather temperature and silence hits,
as the warmth of the cosy room
and aroma of rich ground coffee
fill nostrils and stimulates appetites
In an instant, noise from vehicles
straining up the steep gradient,
changes to easy on the ear tones,
of happy background music
that satisfies the soul
As does the warmth and ambience
of both this street cafe
and its exuberant staff
Looking down the old village cobbled street
is still possible from an alcove,
by looking at a huge printed portrait
Another even bigger one
takes you on a journey
to old snow covered village scenes,
from many years prior, in character,
with painted figures chatting outside
the original old barbers shop
Finally the waitress brings good tidings
of great food, the mood is busy but civilised.
I’m eighteen again in my head, making a flippant comment, taken in the same spirit
Oh it feels good, flattery still stirs and brings cheer
to old and young alike
Friends smiling, chatting endlessly,
children in buggies or wedged on laps,
as tea or coffee splurges from taps,
that hiss and purr, making faces with frowns,
in milky foam to dampen down
the intense heat of tastes so sweet
Almost every soul is glued to a hand held device,
as if transfixed, mesmerised and captivated, addicted, predictive text pacing their silent conversations, through the archway.