Childhood sweetheart, oh, how you shine in this city of mine…

It was lovely to have this poem published on the Dagda Publishing website (fairly) recently,

http://dagdapublishing.com/2012/12/19/childhood-sweetheart-oh-how-you-shine-in-this-city-of-mine/

since I greatly enjoyed writing this poem. It is a cento (well, loosely), which means that every line comes from a different poet’s poem, and each poem came from Concrete Jungles a poetry anthology about cities which was published by Dagda Publishing last year. Writing a cento is rather like completing a crossword puzzle. Which lines should I pick? How could I make any sense out of them? And then rainy, romantic thoughts entered my head, and I found all the lines I needed. The line ‘Alive and abuzz’ is my own, which comes from my poem ‘Beautiful Girl on the King’s Road, London’. It’s getting rather complicated, all this… but I had great fun writing it. And I hope it evokes the rainy, romantic aspect that cities can take on…

Childhood sweetheart, oh, how you shine in this city of mine…

Suited, booted
My, how you’ve grown.
A smile plays across my lips.
 
The weather doesn’t look too good —
You grab my hand,
We pass the football ground, over the railway bridge;
Alive and abuzz.
 
Lycraed hornets dash and dart,
Cameras abound; look up on the corner and down the street;
Houses made of brick and rust; brollies and Jameses everywhere.
 
Some people see no character here.
I am reassured by the rumbling thunder that shakes my feet,
The anonymity of it all.
 
Suited, booted
My, how you’ve grown.
A smile plays across my lips.
 
© Marija Smits 2012
 
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