David Wood

Gold Star - 10,863 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

Market Day - Poem by David Wood

Cloudy days when the rain held off
Market day came with its regularity.
Covered stalls like Wild West wagons
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I see so many of the city poor walking through my local market. Many with a can of beer in their hand looking for something to spend what little money they have on. A sad fact of life.

Comments about Market Day by David Wood

  • Silver Star - 4,112 Points Diane Hine (5/4/2013 9:22:00 PM)

    'Stealing a bargain stolen last night in the dark' - such a clever line and something I wouldn't have thought of if I'd been wandering at the market. Great poem with many layers. (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,669 Points Elena Sandu (5/2/2013 5:25:00 PM)

    I loved the way you described the local market, a heart warming memory, way different than the big chains that eats those small community markets with each day to go. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,648 Points Paul Brookes (5/2/2013 2:24:00 PM)

    JUst like the markets of my youth a well written evocative piece. Thanks for sharing BB : O) (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,731 Points Valerie Dohren (5/2/2013 1:30:00 PM)

    Excellent write David. Great description of a market place and the poverty that often can be seen there. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (5/2/2013 10:15:00 AM)

    Alarming metaphor sorrow hid in the Market and that too when there is rain drip movement of sad movement and the concluding line 'something they didn’t realise they wanted' well penned, nice poem 10/10 (Report) Reply

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