Welcome back and if you would like to catch up with the previous installments click on Part 1 and Part 2.
A Busker’s Love Song – Part 3
He whistles as stifling day of May
And a bitter song cling by his side;
He follows starry signs and secretly prays
for the Underdog pub to show him the way
To ease this pain. Behind a wall of noise
five jesters take shots of his rusty stubble.
A trumpet’s cry tears the air above all those
who gather around legend turned to rubble.
And there is more next week…
What happened next in A Busker’s Love Song? Here is part two of his story and if you missed the introduction, you can read it here.
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
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
This is the last week of my holiday and last postcard from me. My poem summarises it all:
to carry emotional baggage
from consuming all that cabbage.
I’ve got a secret that makes me happy:
mummy will pay
when she smells my nappy!
Poland is cold, Krakow a bit better
Scotland is much much wetter
Cabbage is vile and bad mummy told me
to stop torturing that poor bird.
I did and instead I stepped
into a big brown….
(caramel-shiny, fossilised chocolate brownie!!!)
BlueBeretMum is on holiday in the lovely city of Krakow, Poland and Peanut has decided to keep the blog going and write a few postcards to keep you up to date on our latest adventures.
Since he must have inherited his mum’s love of badly rhymed verse….well, you know what to expect. Here is your first postcard from Peanut. Enjoy!
Hey, you rude man at the front of our queue
Get off my mum’s toe, she’s human too!
Beware of her temper or she will stab you
With her Jimmy Choo (off eBay,
A cheap copy. None of your business so boo hoo).