Thread: Market Day

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squashed cabbage leaves,
crushed petals, broken stems
strewn along grey slush


wind whisks cobbled street,
gravel crunches under
hooves and booted feet


rain-drooped marquees
whisper freshest gossip;
clock tower tolls on the hour


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Vividly reminds me of a Charles Dickens setting.

Yes, it definitely has an old world feeling to it. Very nice.

Hey arkayye, I pray you are well. Gotta echo what's already been said. Very vivid, felt like a Christmas card, if that makes any sense. Much enjoyed.

Best,
Lisa

Thanks Lisa. I know it has been a year now and long how things have changed. Congratulations on your post as moderator of the poetry forum, belatedly as it has come.
It is probably time for me to start afresh here at the writingforums. Thanks for your care and support from the very beginning. Cheers, arkayye

This is a quaint piece, but it feels like the beginning of something. I'd like to see what comes next.