Portsmouth Town
Poetry
Portsmouth Town
Dawn Nelson
I crossed the rainbow bridge, into a world of glass and blue sky.
Where knowledge lives and the smell of hot, sweet batter fills the streets.
Where colour is on every wall,
And the past set in bronze, lounges on the pavements.
Vessels for the unwanted
Make meeting places for the feathered folk.
People are shuttled to and from flagged stops,
Weaving in and out of boastful emporiums.
I walk on passed the towering stacked glass shacks and pavement surfers,
I hear laughter spilling out onto the street from the watering holes.
The time keeper rings that soon I must return,
Take the journey back along the rails,
As the night wardens flicker on and the ivory keyed songster echoes through
the arches.
This is Portsmouth town.