The store that stocked my staple fare —
why I patronised them for many a year —
stealthily dropped each one by one,
because at selling they'd not score.
The reason I shopped there has gone.
Convenience store it is no more.
I now stop for staples at several shops
as in days of yore, before the store
proclaimed its convenience.
In those days there used to be a weird
building that styled itself publicly
convenient, but that has disappeared.
It was always piss-poor.
5 comments:
great flag, strong image.
do you know that the pavement along the shops on bellenden road has bricks arranged in a barcode pattern, only visible after rain or road cleaning exercises...
Sadly have only driven past, never close enough to focus, rain or shine.
I didn't know that, Annie. Bit confused by your poem, David. Is it a metaphor or is it really about a shop? Ode to Woolworths perhaps!!
Same place where the cabbages leap out at you. I have to go to Waitrose and Sainsbury's and sometimes other shops to get what they have dropped from their shelves. Most inconvenient.
Have you arrived and settled in? Unpacked your metaphorical pen and paper already? Great! This is exactly what the blog was set up for!
I have indeed arrived and with a netbook and a wireless connection it is so easy to get settled! I am sharing a flat with Spanish men who are very nice. My Spanish seems to have all disappeared and I barely whisper gracias in the shops but managed a few friendly holas today! Right off to my blog now!
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