It seemed so much bigger then,
red brick staunch against the weather,
grey asphalt where we ran together,
played kiss chase (you missed my lips
and kissed my ear), made icy slides in winter.
Those hungry waits in line outside
the small canteen, air laden with indescribable
smells, fingers crossed it was my turn
to be water monitor gingerly approaching tables
with a shiny coloured jug filled to the brim.
I loved the rise and fall of dinner ladies’ chatter,
the chink of plates, cutlery’s click and clatter,
and the glimpses I caught of you across the room,
the boy I grew up with and knew so well – still do.
Kim M. Russell, 5th May 2021
Rosemary is back with excellent examples of ‘poems of place’, including one by Cheong Lee San (dsnake1) which I missed a few weeks ago in the Writers’ Pantry and had the pleasure of reading this morning. I love poems of place and time. I also enjoyed reading Rosemary’s explanation of ‘poems of place’ and the poem she shared by Matt Rasmussen.
This week we are thinking about places which are special to us for any reason and bringing them to life in poetry and prose.