Angela Wybrow

Veteran Poet - 1,606 Points (Salisbury, Wilts, UK)

(un) Evensong - Poem by Angela Wybrow

I just spied a drunk man up by our church;
Along the pavement, he unsteadily lurched.
It was early evening (about half past six) :
Of alcohol, he’d no doubt had a sizeable fix.

A battered blue bicycle, he wheeled by his side –
That battered blue bicycle, I prayed he’d not ride.
Upon a wooden bench, he sat himself down,
Then, from out of his mouth, came a terrible sound.

I guessed that the sound was supposed to be a song,
But the words were all garbled and the tune all wrong.
His musical accompaniment was his bicycle bell –
What song he sang, I was quite unable to tell.

I doubted he’d be on The X-Factor anytime soon,
As he sat on his bench beneath a crescent-shaped moon.
On the opposite side of the road, I very sensibly stayed,
But a smile graced my lips as I went on my way.

Topic(s) of this poem: alcoholism, singing


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Saw this man on my way home from work and within a few steps, I'd started composing this poem!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 23, 2015


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