Poetry column with Maurice Spillane of Poetry Swindon
We’ve swapped “good mornings” from my bicycle as we passed these last ten months. They’ve intrigued me as a couple during the lockdowns.
Last week, out of final curiosity, I stopped the lad on his way home and introduced myself.
He told me a little, enough that polite conversation with a stranger allows. They walk to the care centre for the start of her shift, then he cycles back before heading for work. How lovely is that, every morning?
That’s the story and as Valentine’s Day is nearly here, I thought I’d share it with you: two young people, clearly devoted to each other, who happen to brighten my day.
Every Valentine’s Day I encourage readers to try their hand at a few lines of poetry. If you’re lucky to have a loved one in your life, go for it. If not, take pleasure in the happiness of others.
You can always dream up the background. Isn’t that what poets should do?
Here’s my poem for that couple:
Grey mist on grey mornings along a country road
my stoop over reluctant gears tease the hill
and the potholes dare me, ready for the kill.
But look up I do, as they come into view
two young lovers who unwrap the mist
and collar the quiet as if someone said: Whisht!
We offer up smiles and greetings that uplift the day.
The road less challenging, the gears now whine,
their story unknown to me, so I fantasise mine.