MD Kerr

New build

Treochair (with errors!)

Text of the poem

Warning sign:
GATES IN CONSTANT USE. Around
its faded yell, brambles twine

rusting gates.
Beyond, broken tar bristles
with weeds, waits

for lost cars,
bleak and black. Opposite, the
Royal Legion Club is bars

on greyed glass.
A sun-bleached sign sold breakfast,
once. Years pass.

On one side,
a cosy road burbles light;
past it, pub lights and laughs glide

on the green:
but first you must pass through the
unloved sudden dark between.

Its soft, here:
woods, water, meadows, and wild
flowers. Were not used to fear.

So yes, build
the people-places, tear tar
and bleak brick. Let it be filled

with faces
bright as dandelions under
new lamps, leaving new traces

of voices
in the warm night air: the green
welcomes you and rejoices.

Thanks to The Writers' Greenhouse for the prompt to write a treochair – I keep thinking the last line of each stanza should be 3 syllables, not 7, so two of the stanzas need fixing! And thanks to Words for the Wild for their call for submissions on "New Builds".

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