I wrote this poem when I was in my hometown Krakow last autumn. I spent days strolling around the Old Town and observing crowds, pigeons and eccentric street artists. As a result, I dedicate this short love story to Krakow and its buskers – here is Part 1 and Part 2 follows next week.
A Busker’s Love Song – Part 1
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Pink-glazed clouds hoist frayed sails
over pilgrims, tourists, ghosts; they flock
around a busker as he folds his wings, frail
golden sheen and half the feathers lost
like his ragged repute. Some idle thoughts
burst into mind and soul as he admires how
a lonesome painter’s brush slipped across
indigo canvass of the unsuspecting sky.
Wow. This is incredible. So vivid and the language is just amazing.
Thank you so much 🙂
Beautiful. I went to Krakow a long time ago and remember the large square and the pigeons!
Yap, there are millions of them there! I must say, there is something magical about Krakow…but maybe not the pigeons 😉
This is really good, I can’t wait for next week. 🙂
Thank you – hope you enjoy the next installment!
You have a real gift with words!
Such a lovely thing to say! Thank you 🙂
This is absolutely beautiful, I love the expression in these words. So well-written. Thank you for linking to Prose for Thought xx
Ah – blushing but thank you. x
So beautiful – you have such a way with words – I look forward to reading your post each week #prose4t
Cheers! x
This is simply gorgeous… so, so vivid in so few words. A beautiful song to Krakow. X
Thank you 🙂 There will be more….x
So beautiful. As always x
Aw – thank you 🙂 x
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