Poetry: Bare Concrete Blue

Come on now son

Let’s beat away time
With the sole of these boots

And sing us a song
To shake off the dust

For how many years
Can these months truly last?

For all of these memories
And all of their longing

Are no more than bare trees
To this cold winter blue

For now
The ancient has gone
And the new quickly fades

No matter how many things
We may like to
Construct from this world

So let us just walk then
You – my shadow – and me

Through these fever dream streets
And this phantom filled crowd

For any hope is not here
But beyond that clear frosted sky

In those palaces of silver
In that river of gold

Bare Concrete Blue was first published in Rue Scribe; an online journal of small literature. The poem comes from 八詩 ; a short collection of eight poems by J H Martin, which you can read and download for free here.