Wednesday, February 12, 2020

MARK CARVER





THROWAWAY POEM



He balled up the paper and casually chucked it into a group of mauve shoppers
They looked at him with mauve expressions
Then curiosity got the better of the mauvest matron amongst them
Who swiftly plucked it from the fag-butt littered pavement
Nimbly unfurled the paper petals
And once it bloomed she eagerly scanned the words within
Her mauve associates squinting and peering and jostling to get a glimpse too

He allowed himself a flicker of a wry smile as he receded from the scene
His work was done

He turned into an alley splattered with pigeon shit and council corruption
Pulled a small spray can from his ragged dirty jacket
And sprayed a couple of words on the betting shop wall
Then another couple a few paces further down in an improvised alcove where Sally had slept in a cardboard box the previous night
He repeated this process in several nearby locations
The words were linked but it wasn’t immediately clear how
His concentrated frown relaxed as his next task was complete

He left the alley, coughing and spluttering as he waded through air pollution as thick as the councillors who planned
The shiny soulless bus station where he took a bus to the park

Once there by the murky duck pond
The water a mossy green
Algae proliferating
A testament to a disposable society
Nonchalantly disrupting the precious and delicate ecosystem
He beckoned the birds with nutritious seeds
And launched into a passionate reading of those same words
Children with ice-cream eyes and chicken nugget bellies gathered to watch this eccentricity
The innocence of their tender years not yet processing this spectacle into an object for mockery and cynicism
And maximising immersive uncritical absorption
He ended on a crescendo
The ducks steadfastly ignoring his verbal toil
But the children enraptured
Job done once again

He knew deep in his very core
That a few choice words
If delivered with precision and grace
Could change the world
These were his random acts of kindness
A throwaway poem
Seeds of love sown
Without doubt to touch a few
And with stubborn resilient hope
To burn in the hearts of many



*************************©Mark Carver 2019

Mark Carver is a well-known and much-loved figure in the Northampton cultural scene.  


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