arbrofion gweledol / lliw
Born in the Workhouse
Steve Coel
arbrofion gweledol / lliw
Born in the Workhouse
Steve Coel
Welcome Back [ Customs House ]
Steve Coel
Standing
in the doorway to the Custom House
you;
silently mouth a plea for small change.
Not a regular spot.
Not today.
Your recent close shave, is disappearing
and your shoes, are too loose
for comfort.
Waterside busy
you;
are not.
Slow...you are becoming invisible.
Eventually
you;
will disappear. Leaving
only a shadow
in each doorway of this street.
nodiadau.
The shadow of a man, each day up from the
Sally down the docks.
Into town.
Stillness.
In the doors of the Western and Echo.
microflashfiction
Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
