March 19, 2015

Streets Petite


Just a rushed job from me this week - mind went into cantbearseditis and stated there tonight - I may return tomorrow to edit. This is fairly shitty!  

A patriarchal landmark traditional and tight
  not obsolete nor populous just sweetnesses and light 

Little village luring, with a wry historic smile
  cobbles, gaols  and folklore to both frighten and beguile, 

Curves along with character, mysterious and proud,  
  always something happening but very seldom loud

Gulls a constant nightmare with their daring swoops and pecks
  shops and public houses gain the utmost of respect

Floral scents and sea foods, pastries and parfait
  a potent breath of yesteryear for you to take away 

Houses thatched and steadfast, reach the roof edge as you stand
  streets' adjacent windows sees the neighbour's holding hands

The huge protecting steeple guarding all within it's view
  counts more visitors than residents forever held in lieu

Return for pure perfection never-tainted souvenirs
  a whisper venerating for the whole wide world to hear

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6 comments:

^.^ said...

Reminds me of Yeoville, Sommerset, UK ... lovely lil town ... smiles

rel said...

A very apt description Lena.

Tess Kincaid said...

Charming...I'm looking forward to returning...

Helena said...

Thanks guys. I'm just a little miffed it's not one of my better ones.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

I sure like your blog design it's beautiful! I have a few blogs and Blogger has messed up the edges on all of them. I notice yours is short on the ends too. It really doesn't matter just a thing to irritate.

I hear you it's not always easy with these prompts. Maybe you were too close? I like the poem it let me know how it would feel to be there which I never have. ♥

Anonymous said...

the rhyme and flow makes you just breeze through the streets like a skier going down a slope

Evaporate until you Lenticulate