Rye Poem by Zubyre Parvez

Rye



The decor rich in character
At the Cafe at the ancient port of Rye
Paintings with price tags in their thousands
Twelfth century castle still in tact
Brickwork run along as lines of poetry
Antiques brought and sold
In the trade flow across we go
The coastal towns with their promenade of shops
Of beach fronts passed by rail
The coats of arms with their floral assortments
Live to a design past the haberdasher's slow pace.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: lyrical
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