Index of poems

 

Royal Crescent

Poor Mr Leggatt
high up on his scaffold,
chiselling words in stucco
visible at sea
steps back, perhaps
to check the spelling
of Crescent,
falls
and hits the railings,
leaves a wife and children
and his work in progress,
for which he is remembered.

No one knows who
finished off the job.

 

© David Fisher 2007
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