LollipopA Poem by Pete LangleyJust a crossing....
There she leans, on the rail
beneath the orange beacon,
watchful and apart in florescent yellow,
but the magnet
for all who want to cross.
Like a ferryman,
she has no favourites,
allowing transit to Ford and Ferrari
only as long as Emma,
hand tightheld, satchel slung,
is still approaching….
…but once the child arrives,
like a standard borne before a prince
or Moses parting the Red Sea,
the upraised staff of safety is swung
and all is stopped
for Belisha and the zebra.
© 2014 Pete LangleyAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on November 14, 2014 Last Updated on November 14, 2014 AuthorPete LangleyClacton-on-Sea, Essex, United KingdomAboutI`m an academically illiterate intellectual butterfly, flitting from one bloom to another, trying to find nectar where I can - and failing most of the time, like every other searcher on this worl.. more..Writing
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