Journey

Youth

Spirits fly
high as kites
as young footsteps
pace across tarmac
and under concrete skies,
trying to find answers
at the bottom of a pint glass.
The youth
of today
dance away
their teenage blues
under dim lights
and the dark corners
of small bars and clubs,
immersing themselves
in sambuca
and gossip
and hoping
tomorrow never comes.

From the City to the Sea

I wave goodbye to the
ocean of skyscrapers.
It will be a few months
before I
step foot
on these chewing gum cluttered
pavements again,
or chase taxis across tarmac
after an evening of drinking
and dancing
underneath the skies of Glasgow.
Seat 43, carriage E
(window seat of course)
keeping me hostage
as I head southbound,
from Central Station to
Falmouth Town.
As the train hits
the South Devon railway,
orange cliffs and
bright blue sea
expand into view.
Back towards the town
where multicolored flags
sway above
the cobbled high street.
A journey
from the City to the Sea.

by Blue Kirkhope

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My mum bought me a bright red pair of wellington boots. Whether the sun was shining or it was raining I would parade up and down the concrete path in the back garden just staring down at each footstep I took, hypnotised by the ruby glow of the rubber and feeling like queen of the world.