It's a bit fresh my dad said -
We were walking down West Street towards Staunton Road -
A cold wind blew through the branches of leafless trees -
I've been in colder places than this my dad said -
We walked past Watermeadows Court -
Behind sash windows, TVs glimmered in monochrome bedsits -
Worshippers listened to time worn words in the Catholic Church -
I knew Father Tom my dad had said - he liked a glass -
My mum and dad crossed Boundary Road in convoy with their sholleys -
There was The Prince of Wales, at the corner of Staunton Road and West Street -
Its doors were still closed - no vaping bravos stood outside -
Upon the walls of the lounge bar there used to hang framed photographs of battleships -
Ships companies were gathered beneath the weight of colossal guns -
If you looked closely, you could see each young face, pale coins at the bottom of a well -
11.10
Sunday 14 February 2016
West Street
Havant
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