Ancient Streets

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A fictional love poem. I hope you enjoy reading.

Ancient streets, modern beats.

His dance was timid, two left feet.

His silent confidence shone through,

My interest in him grew.

Naturally, I could see,

Him filled with glee, his moves carefree.

I reminisced on how we met,

Strangest encounter yet.

It was three years ago or so,

The morning dragged, and I was slow.

I realised I overslept,

Out of my bed I leapt.

The time was eight and I was late.

I grabbed my coat, ran out the gate.

I rushed along the ancient street,

And fell over my feet.

Luckily, I was free,

From any major injury.

My hands were bruised, my spirit down,

I hear a gentle sound.

A voice so deep, yet calm and sweet.

He stood tall on the ancient street.

He offered help for me to stand,

He kindly gave a hand.

From that point on, we’d often talk,

On my commute, we’d often walk.

I didn’t realise it then,

That we’d be more than friends.

Back to the street party story,

The dancing ends, he sits by me.

We gaze into each other’s eyes.

My stomach, butterflies.

From that point on, everything changed,

Our lives completely rearranged.

We faced a new reality,

The rest is history.

By Elicia Fyle

© Elicia Fyle 2021

The Train Journey of Joy and Simo

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Joy:

Oh what a joyous day today,

I’m heading to the shops!

My big birthday is coming soon,

I’ll buy nice shoes and tops.

Simo:

I’ve lost my business through and through,

Today is full of grief.

My livelihood has disappeared,

I am in disbelief.

Joy:

I’ll take a break from driving now,

And catch the local train.

The town centre will see my face,

My money they will gain!

Simo:

My last journey to work today,

My train has just arrived.

I’ll go and sit next to this girl,

Who never stops to smile.

Joy:

I’m gazing through the old windows,

To look at new spring leaves.

I turn to see who’s next to me,

He’s crying as he grieves.

Simo:

“Excuse me, it’s a tough time now,

I’ll try to hold my tears.

I’ve lost my job and livelihood,

There’s so much pain and fears.”

Joy:

“I’m sorry to hear such sad news,

I know it’s tough for you.

I know exactly how you feel,

I’ve gone through hard times too.”

Simo:

“My job was part of my being,

It made me who I am.

I don’t know what the future holds,

I don’t have any plans.”

Joy:

“Two years ago I lost my job,

My house, and all my things.

Since then I’ve built a livelihood,

Trust God, one day you’ll sing.”

Simo:

“Thank you for kind and gentle words,

You give lovely advice.

The weather’s beautiful today,

You going somewhere nice?”

Joy:

“My birthday’s coming very soon,

I’m shopping for the day.

I’ll invite you to my party,

It’s this week Saturday.”

Simo:

I didn’t know whether to go,

As sadness still ensued.

I did go, and then realised,

My wife, I would pursue.

Conclusion:

Two years had passed within their lives,

They gladly tied the knot.

My friends, stay strong, tough times won’t last,

T’s will cross; i’s with dots.

– Elicia Fyle

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.” Proverbs 3:5-6 (NKJV)