Sunday, March 29, 2015


First, I notice
the easy stride. 
You move mainstream.
Two long steps for each of mine.

I think of the time
you wander to Birmingham
for that first punk album
coins in your pocket
like the silver your grandfather earned,
walking nineteen miles
straight up the middle of Yell
to fiddle for a wedding.

Those boyish endeavors bring you luck,
make your heart beat like a drum
ancestral rhythms, word of mouth,
a fine-tuned ear.

You offer me your arm,
my feet barely touch the ground.
We dance a simple reel of lamp-posts,
paving stones, letterboxes
speaking of―we stop the incessant writing,
to walk what's left of our wits.

tk March 2015

*photo: Old Bank Street, Manchester, UK by R.A.D. Stainforth

A most lovely read by R.A.D. ...


  1. I like this snippet of young lovers at the beginning of their journey towards who they will become

  2. Constantine will keep on reinventing himself .......

  3. Sealed in love, this was a most delicious, lovely, lingering read, in his most mellow delivery yet..

  4. Gets slightly darker near the end, lovely touches all the way through, and nice testament to love, seems light but runs deep

  5. Aww, that's lovely! I've come over all unnecessary!

  6. love the way that the characters and the environment relate

  7. your experience shows ms kincaid.

  8. One might say engaging and even captivating...

  9. I am extremely impressed along with your writing abilities, Thanks for this great share.

  10. Ha. A wonderful journey on this walk. Thanks. K. Manicddaily

  11. What a perfect title for a perfect read - RAD accompanying sweetly as he goes....

  12. I was pondering about 'incessant writing'...and the last line. Nice details, feeling of stride...

  13. In the third stanza I can really hear the beat of the drum it becomes part of who he is...

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