This week TFE's bus is driven by the lovely Weaver of Grass. Her instructions for the trip can be found here.
This one is one written about a person's walk, seen on the way to work, I ended up interspersing with other random bits of chat from the same day, hopefully it's not too awful... I'll try it on ye anyway! That's the joy of the bus!
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"lone legs working independantly as a rule
slouching louchely office bound, latté clutched
pass through grime and smog untouched" This gave me such vivid flash backs of my daily commute and the ritual of purchasing a coffee.
And the ending...
"striding on with much of what we yearn,
an unboring life
a city, then a world to burn"
I see them every day and silently say thanks that it's no longer me! Brilliant piece it captures the essence of the rat race and the rush hour.
Heya Niamh, I liked this loads. Particularly loved 'slouching louchely', 'wobbly heels in cobbled fields,' the sounds through it all :) Great stuff :)
This is one of your best.Love the ending, deadly last five lines.
In short it was Ishga maningaian.
Concur! Those final lines.
Must tell the story of my sister-in-law Sharon at the Game Fair sometime. It was very "on your wobbly heels in cobbled fields, you won't give in,".
Tks Gwei! v kind, yes happily it's not me either, but i can walk with a 'tude when i like!!!
Tks Oub, glad you enjoyed!
Oh TFE - what a complement, to be truly ishga maningaian...
Thanks Titus, sounds like a story alright... do fill us in sometime!
Love it - you tried a slightly different version from the others and it is all the better for it. Have put you on the list.
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