When I was a child the pavement
was a canvas, a joyful defacement:
I made colourful chalk marks on the grey,
a street artist, until the rain came
and washed them away.
Hopscotch boxes led my feet
across the concrete
and cracks warned of bears
waiting to eat me
if I didn’t stay in the squares.
I was curious about what lay
beneath the heavy grey;
grass and weeds promised a secret world of soil,
ants, scuttling beetles, and an earthworm’s coil.
Kim M. Russell, 1st July 2010
Sanaa’s midweek prompt has us walking on and exploring pavements. She has drawn wordy inspiration from Wendell Berry, T.S. Eliot, Barbara Kingsolver and Vladimir Mayakovsky, and audio inspiration from a song by Adele, as well as some images from Pixabay.
Our challenge is to write a piece inspired by the word ‘pavement’.
A renewed attempt at using the new WordPress Editor.