I’ve occasionally dabbled in writing poems over the years, with varying degrees of success. Here’s one I started last year when I lived at home and commuted to uni pretty much every day; I never quite got round to completing it at the time, but my love for Manchester has prompted me to put the finishing touches to it now, haha let me know what you think!
Incessant rain cascades; the onslaught begins
Piercing arrows stab my pale face
Encircled by harsh, relentless arctic winds
A clap of thunder resounds; I quicken my pace.
The daily commute has many hazards to evade
Even the safety of the bus is fraught with danger
What an eclectic congregation – I’m amazed!
And their concoction of pungent aromas is even stranger.
But smelly buses and gloomy skies don’t bother me
Though coldness surrounds, there’s a warm glow in my heart
Within your concrete fields of urbane beauty
Dwell fond memories of which you’re a part.
O landscape of my youth, wherever I roam
You’ll always be the city I call home.