Girl on a Bus

South London,1970.

A moment of epiphany

on the bus number one-two-two.

Shattering brittle not melting,

a glass man not foreign to ice.

Windows bursting with light.

A head turner, a child saying a bad word

as he jumps on to the pavement .

You are as hazy as an old portrait,

a soft goddess in a grubby school uniform.

(There are no simple answers,but I do not accept

victimhood as my identity).

Two stops later you got off.

Death moved forward ten minutes in my direction.

Shadowless in bright sunshine.

Reviews

[Empirik]

I really enjoy this descriptive instance. Smart structure and clear with points I could relate to. It left me wondering if the great realization was foreseeing the future moment after you get off the bus. Interesting! I am also looking forward to reading more. Cheers! :)

[Wolf's Dark Song]

A moment in time that changed many lives. Excellent and unique writing.

Thanks for reading & leaving a review for my work.

[Emily B]

what can I say about words like these? you are truly a gifted poet

[Helrac]

You write with a very distinctive voice, it makes one feel like they are simply hearing thoughts right from a persons head, such clear pictures painted. All of your pieces really carry that voice.