Off To Work In 1960

a look back...

The light is window,

morning balance,

black and grey.

Last night`s pub

washed out with dark tea,

pull the chain, pat the keys.

The front door shuts unwillingly,

steps are cold and slow,

time for the ghosts.

Reviews

[redhors]

absolutely love this.
clean and haunting, yet practical.

[Coyote Song]

Outstanding write. The ending of the day, could be in any time. I was captivated by this.

[Rosalind Gale]

Crisp and tension-filled poem. Always a pleasure, Leslie.

-x-

[Valentine]

Sounds like a night on the town left some one a bit groggy. Nice write. Valentine

[jacob erin-cilberto]

trying to keep the balance between late night revelry and the occupation of survival...

bringing those hangovers to work...haunted by the ghosts of the night before...

really expressive...and the best line for me:
"the front door shuts unwillingly"

j.

[Relic]

The morning after social watering holes is often a lonely and quiet one. But I imagine those days were dull--old cars, primitive products, no internet--although TV was friendlier to the family despite talks of Russia, nuclear bombs and assassinations. This short poem says a lot in a little. I see one soul in trench coat and hat, briefcase in hand, no power steering in his car and old Ghosts awaiting. Great poem.

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks for the review, and the kind words

[John Alexander McFadyen]

For some reason this evoked images of a terraced street somewhere in the north of England. As always such word choice that one cannot help feel emotion in them. LOVED the stanza:
'Last night`s pub
washed out with dark tea,
pull the chain, pat the keys.'

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks for looking at this, pleased you liked it.

[Ken Simm.]

This places all in context with such few words. An enjoyable return to the black and white grainy days when apparently we never had it so good.

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks for the review, pleased you enjoyed this, as ever, my best wishes to you !