Woman Walking

Here's a new one for you....

 

She walked with a confident stride,

her long legs spaced quite far apart with each step,
for a woman I thought.
That's what caught my attention.

I watched from the bus stop across the road

the large shop windows seemed to frame each step,
like those slow motion camera stills we used to see.

She had long legs and was obviously tall

slim legs but not skinny - blue jeans -
and long brown boots that came to just below her knees.

She walked with a confident stride

and there was strength in her legs,
those long legs,
long slim legs ending in long brown leather boots.

I watched her from across the road

as her long legs took her confidently forward
to wherever she was going,
her long slim legs walking,
marching almost,
framed by the shop windows as she passed them.

She walked with a confident stride

carried along by her long legs,
her long slim legs.

There was power in her legs,

her long, slim legs,
and I liked her....

Ed

Right then, Happy New year and all that. Lets get blogging. Here's something 'what I wrote' some time ago now but has only just surfaced, making its first appearance at Colchester poetry open mic. Who is Ed? Well, now there's a question. Maybe someone we know or, perhaps there could just be a bit of Ed in all of us? Enjoy..........


Pills in a packet pink and red
drown out the voices in my head                                                                 

I keep a gun beside my bed

sneak in at night and you'll be dead 

 

Two boys from my school just got wed

one was Derek and one was Fred

 

Lots of spiders in my shed

long hairy legs fill me with dread

 

My bruvs a DJ with street cred

we went on holiday to the Med

 

My car tyre has got no tread

the number plate ends in a zed

 

A vampires coffin is lined with lead

one bit my neck until it bled 

 

When it snows I ride my sled 

at night I cuddle my furry Ted 

 

I like butter on my bread

I like rhymes that end in ed