Paper Town

Lying here in the afterglow

watching the moon pass slowly over the southern alps

awaiting the deliberate procession of stars

and Venus then Mars

I think of how far away they all are

like the town where I was born

and, some say, failed to grow up

Where, as kids we ate ice cream on sandy beaches

by the cold North Sea

getting burned by the sun we were unacquainted with

Where, in teenage uniforms by day we played for money or pride

In Adidas Sambas by night to the pub drinking beer and rum and black

fighting boys from posher schools till we were sick

Pushing old tramps around in shopping trolleys

stealing trinkets from unlocked cars

or putting a lager tiger in their tanks

Where we watched the best bands of our lives

in tiny bars with older girls

we couldn’t afford to get within a nautical mile of

cause we had no oil money

Just a grey granite twinkle

and a degree to come

a ticket to ride

The oil is gone, consigned to history

like the paper money before it

A town that did its best to educate us

that used us up

but never once spat us out

 

© Ash Cheyne 2017

Daily Word Prompt Challenge – Educate

 

 

 

Author: Ash Cheyne

I'm Scottish but I live in New Zealand ! I write stories and poetry. My dog Charlie is a great sounding board.

3 thoughts on “Paper Town”

  1. I really like the trip through memory lane – and how, in the musings, the closing is a statement, blunt –
    The oil is gone, consigned to history
    like the paper money before it
    A town that did its best to educate us
    that used us up
    but never once spat us out-

    the last line so powerful – and then, my mind immediately loops back to this point:
    like the town where I was born
    and, some say, failed to grow up

    and it makes me think – and question – about the nuances and implications – the layers

    I really like this piece Ash – has a particular hard bitten edge, but there is something more – a feeling that just sits in the mouth – and it’s like looking at a person, some one you don’t know all too well, with questions in mind, and each time you stop, a break in the conversation, a slight pause, where you think, ‘yes, I’ll ask about this’ – but you gape instead, and just can’t – so the exchange continues, because you can’t figure out exactly what you want to ask …. or if it would appropriate ….

    great capture here!

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      1. LOL – yes, it’s Pat 🙂

        actually, I’ll take it as an invitation, but honestly, there wasn’t anything quite in mind, as I was reading – but it was the sensation and feelings I was getting ….. like a tone …..

        but I will ask this – since you stated it in your post – which by the way, has a most excellent title – “some say, failed to grow up” – as I read this piece, I wonder – do you feel as if this is true, are resentful of the “comments/accusations” or is this a double irony – sort of like, as we do get older, and presumably wiser and more settled, when (and if) we begin to recognize the changes within ourselves, when we start to step back and choose differently in our lives, i.e. stepping out of the rat race or something along those lines, that in some ways, deep inside, that, how should I say, that “innocence” that joyful noise, curiosity, exuberance, of testing, learning, that pureness of just living in the moment, whether its as a toddler child, or, as you’ve highlighted in this piece, as a teenager, young adult, no matter the outward “trappings of manifestation” i.e. hanging out in a bar hoping to attract attention of older girls, but not being able to – do you think and feel, that “not growing” up, in essence is a bad thing?

        talk about a convoluted question – LOL – see what I mean about tripping up on the words, and mouth gaping??

        and no, you’re not obliged to answer – I won’t be upset if it’s too personal a question – just curious ….

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