No Chicken

1st April
Now it begins- napowrimo.
Day 1


No Chicken

You sit,

Hunched over,

on the cold pavement,

a colourful sleeping bag

pulled up under your chin,

It seems futile against

this crisp March morning,

Strategically,

carefully,  you've chosen

your place,

next to the steps
that lead 

to the the doors

of the St Benedict's  Church.

You reach out to me,

 hands gnarled, greasy,

 gritted with the road,
Your eyes search me,

 hopefully,

find their way to a  corner

of my soul

"Are you hungry?
Can I get you a sandwich?"
"Yes, thanks..."
Is that an Albanian accent?
"What kind would you like?"

I leave  you that dignity,

won't presume to choose.

"Chicken please..."
"No chicken left, 

what about
 ham and cheese?"
"That's fine, Thank you"
polite, refined, 

what brought you here?

You take my hand.
I wish I could take you home.
I find myself sitting beside you,
we talk for a bit,
I leave

to go back  to my,

centrally heated house

Liberty

16th Nov
Following the prompts on the Poets on the Page web page
This weeks was :
Picture's Worth A Thousand Words , with the picture of the Statue of Liberty.

So in response:

Liberty?

Pictures's Worth A Thousand Words:

Yes, but thankfully most've been said
A copper structure built by Gustave Eiffel
A gift from the people of France
She stands from ground to torch in her hand
Ninety three meters high
She stands for liberty, for strength , for freedom
The Goddess Libertas her icon
She stands tall - torch held skywards lighting
The way for all , or maybe just Americans
She stands bearing a tablet - no, not
The samsung variety- evoking the law
July 4th 1776 inscribed thereon.
She stands looking out across Manhatten
The broken chain at her feet unfettering
The people bound up
Where is the liberty now
Who will stand for the people
A choice between two - no choice

And the one from last week.
The prompt was music

8th Nov

The Music We Forgot   

It was not silent -their chatter was loud 

Like the rumble of thunder in a rain cloud.

But some thins was missing all was not right 

We'd forgotten the music, that extra delight.

Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole 

Romantic, moody, a bit of soul.

They didn't complain but it was made clear

That they would have liked to have more cheer

Music to lift the spirits up high

Music to lift our hearts to the sky,

Next time we'll remember 

That'll be December