Three Roads The village, we hear, nestles, but at crossroads people-watching the banter carries headlines and domesticity - family feuds, deals done and battles won to ears of growing wisdom, amongst the shavings with a rural eye. So childhood is no refuge, from tattling tales, gabbling tongues, prattling cackle or serenity. The pilgrims pass with sorrow and thanksgiving doves though in the pack is stored continued searching worry. Caravans plod south, arrogant humped carriers bringing barter, and if the scam succeeds assured pot-bellied boasters rehearse their returning brilliance even as the pilgrims pass. And crossing through the battle wearied columns meet the fresh-faced conscripts, sneer and swear, revile the money-making proud and maybe curse the travellers, but smile inwardly at worshippers who remind them of their mothers. Stephen Kingsnorth Stephen Kingsnorth, retired from ministry in the Methodist Church, has had pieces accepted for publication by Nine Muses Poetry; Voices Poetry Blog; Eunoia Review; Runcible Spoon; Ink Sweat and Tears; The Poetry Village; The Seventh Quarry; Gold Dust; From the Edge and Allegro Poetry. https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com/
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