On Mondays, the village hall is closed:
no community cinema, yoga or bingo.
Even the clock has slowed almost to a stop.
I crunch across the gravel, past the football pitch,
dodge clumps of daisies and jump a little ditch.
No dogs allowed inside the playground
with its drooping swings, not-so-merry-go-round,
empty slide and ropes to climb.
I sit on a swing and rain spits;
push off with my feet, sky tilts and tips;
trees and houses slide away.
I slip back to a pile of dried leaves and a butterfly.
In the roadside hedge, sparrows chirp, dodge in and out.
A dog barks and, in the distance, children shout.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics – Community
A warm welcome to Paul with his first official bar prompt! Thanks for sharing Starhawk’s writing and the poem ‘Ode to Wine’ by Pablo Neruda.
Paul asks where we find community in our lives: in real time? With people? Family and friends, clubs and associations? In nature? With animals? In cyber-space? With birds of a feather? With the world? In your country? In the pub? He wants us to take a moment to reflect on where and how community shows up in our lives and then write a poem with the word community at its heart.