Saturday, 2 August 2003

WALKABOUTSVERSE 17 OF 230

Poem 17 of 230:  THROUGH WHAT WAS

During Europe’s summer, ‘88,
    At a wall my bag was checked:
A brief smile at what gave it weight...
    Sun-cream lid back - mood not wrecked.
I walked past plain buildings and cars,
    And entered a small food-store.
Its goods were plain, also:  no sweet bars;
    The essentials - not much more.
As I bought crispbread with money changed,
    A row began, at counter,
Between two, it seemed, Germans estranged -
    Clothes, to me, the sole pointer.
I headed back through the wall that was,
    Then signed a reunion book.
Reflecting, I’m bittersweet because
    The Left-cause, too, has been shook.

(C) David Franks 2003

Around Check-Point Charlie; 21/6/2024

From what was West Berlin, East-Side
Gallery and the River Spree; 24/6/2024

At East-Side Gallery; 23/6/2024

Brandenburg Gate, Berlin; 22/6/2024

Remnants of the Wall, near C.P.C.; 21/6/24

Beside F.C. Union Berlin ground; 24/6/24

Stand still too long in Berlin & your back
may be graffitied! Spree Ravers; 24/6/24

Near Berliner Philharmonie; 22/6/2024 -
the recent mass CAPITALIST immigration
 has NOT been good for Berlin, I concluded