Chatfield Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Chatfield

My joy is driving door to door
-observing many names that take me,
-deep in me and thinking;

I make up stories; fantasize, fantasy;
-soliloquy, keep talking till reaching
-and meeting people who do not care
-what happened or has been surrounding
-of the house, they live in…

Almost all are the same
-Manor to Aldershot to Chatfield and Parkway
-or the woods like Donwood and Camwood to Lacewood
-Valley-wood to Sagewood and Ringwood to Talwood!
-and groves with Moss or Castle to, Scarsdale, Silverdale
-Grangemill, Wingreen

Police can stop me
-on my way to reach there
-with claim against me: "distracted"!

I give life to friends;
-ignoring age, gender,
-make many characters
-in Chatfield gather them.

There, the kids run, play.
Young couples love, flirt.
The farmers, sit to rest.

I enjoy driving
-around town for facing
-many names
-different backgrounds
-of ages, ancient times,
-to today…what goes on.

Find very recent names
-to be bad and worthless
-or in fact most of them
-baseless and meaningless…