Walking in the dark.  One foot in front of the other.  Breath a phantom trail of life.  One foot marking the path of the other.  Thoughts keeping time, curling out into the day.  Hands racked deep in my pockets. Cracked pavements and moss.  Bitter cold boughs and shivering streets.  Windowed parcels of light and welcome behind tatty hedges and dark doors. Streetlights leave pools of dirty yellow light and the sky is blanket of grey.  Frost sparkles on the roofs of cars, the tips of faded grass.  Narrow houses and the black silhouette of tress, outlined in charcoal. I can hear the birds, but can’t see them.  The croak of crows half imagined in this new-old city.  And the wisp of fox tails and cats.  The cold bites; my ears and the tip of my nose.  Sharp with morning.  Hunched into a coat and walking.  One foot in front of the other. In the dark.

dawn on the Thames

dawn on the Thames

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14 thoughts on “Walking

  1. msbetenoir says:

    Easy now La Poetic Writa. No more Cure or Smiths for you this morning.

  2. kyknoord says:

    Well, at least you’r getting *some* biting action there :mrgreen:

  3. Pay no attention to msbetenoir, I love a good prose poem, followed by a lovely image. Brava!

  4. Possum says:

    I can actually hear the crunch of your footsteps.

  5. beaverboosh says:

    Miss my morning runs along the Thames… did not wax lyrical about experiences in the way you do… but gasped similar thoughts… so you were kicked out were you… btw, I am a British citizen… x

  6. Dolce says:

    @ Ms B > Actually, it was Street III, but same diffs.

    @ Kyk > *bite*

    @ Silverstar > Why thank you!

    @ Possum > Hola! And welcome. And they do crunch. It’s interestin’…there isn’t anything to crunch against, but they crunch.

    @ Boooosch > Oi, I’m still there. So, are you out there on HMS?

  7. Seraphine says:

    your walking is a poem. i’m sure the birds lsitened for you too.

  8. nursemyra says:

    Each minute that you’re walking is one minute nearer to seeing Kyk again….

  9. Rox says:

    Beautifully written as always hun.

  10. Dolce says:

    @ Sera > And like many wanna be poets, I walked very alone 😉

    @ Nurse M > *grin*

    @ Roxxxxy > Sweet gal!

  11. beaverboosh says:

    … I’d tell you but I’d have to kill you…

  12. Dolce says:

    @ Booooozh > Ve haf vays und meanz auf makink you talk!

  13. Sassy Miss P says:

    Is Spring sprunging then?

  14. Dolce says:

    @ Ms P > aye indeed…but it’s still flippin’ COLD! Brrrr.

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