Sunday, July 4, 2010

Weaver's Bus

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!

6 comments:

Gwei Mui said...

"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.

Domestic Oub said...

Heya Niamh, I liked this loads. Particularly loved 'slouching louchely', 'wobbly heels in cobbled fields,' the sounds through it all :) Great stuff :)

Totalfeckineejit said...

This is one of your best.Love the ending, deadly last five lines.

In short it was Ishga maningaian.

Titus said...

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,".

Niamh B said...

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!

The Weaver of Grass said...

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.