Tuesday, 22 February 2011


It stood, a monument to chastity and honour
A memory of a hope entombed with stone.
Grey and old, defaced by birds and man and time it stood
A throwback to a different time,
Around which school children ate their lunches and
Drunks belched away their afternoons and
No one ever looked to see what it was that shaded them.
Days came and went; then months, then years;
And still no one looked, no one wept to witness the humbling of their unicorn.
Just a place to steal a kiss, or more; on a dark summers night.
Always and forever.
Forgiving, almost forgotten but never forgetting.
Dance my unicorn, dance yourself another universe on concrete hooves.

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