April 9 NaPoMo 2021

[Keith]

This is the poem I used

Tea in the park

Sparrows fight over scone crumbs,
beaks covered with jam and cream,
serviettes swirl beneath
the wooden bandstand.

The smart marching bands
have loosened their ties,
broke ranks to the clap of bunting,
blown away sheet music
played by the summer shower,
ink washed codas ending
under mud soaked footprints.

Then the hiss of rain stops,
hurried legs slow
as the sun's diamond arc
filters through the treetops.

A grateful reward
for the die hard umbrellas and folding chairs,
that raise an empty wine bottle
as the baton taps for one last rousing finale.

Bare Knuckle bandstands

Die hard serviettes
fight sheet music
for one last bottle,
stops covered in ink
soaked into mud.

Empty codas
ending on slow legs,
broke beneath
a folding finale,
blown away
for one last crumb.