Steven Harris


A Council Estate - Poem by Steven Harris

Fag ends fill the road
empty cider bottles across the green
the glow of the street lamps fill the
street with a sunset shine as it bounces back
from the fallen rain
broken glass on the pavement from a
smashed up black bmw
the loud chants and screeches from the park
from eccentric teenagers
sirens from afar fill the night air
blue lights rush by from time to time
and light up the estate like lightning
music from the council house across the
road
reggae, soul and gangster rap
the loud chants of drunkards spill out
from the open windows
a council estate a night
bliss.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013


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