Three NaPoWriMo poems

NaPoWriMo is the national poetry-writing month.
Participants try and write a poem-a-day.
I had some busy days (and some naff days) so have managed three new poems so far.
All untitled, all fresh, all need work, all here in this blog

Motorway stretches thinly onwards into darkness

Repetition like black and white cartoon loop.

Just point the wheels in the right direction

Keep my foot where it belongs

And count down the seconds.

Across the country

Packages and parcels and produce

Totalled and transported.

Ambulances ignite and illuminate streets

A bleak blue.

Late-working lovers return, party-goers get going

Sleepy key-fumbling.

I trust in the deep red speakers on the passenger seat

Dispatch carefully curated podcasts and playlists.

The world breathes past at 70 miles per hour.

The Google Maps app ticks.

How did it get so late,

And who is over-taking me?

To get to either of my jobs

Or the centre of town in general

I walk past a Model Shop.

I’ve been in this shop

Plenty of times for brushes

And paints and flocks.

But I’ll admit, these many times

Were many years ago.

It’s unchanged in stock

Presenting twee railway

In 1.76 gauge.

Window-rammed with

Cars and toy soldiers

Measured in millimeters.

Glued-up Spitfires and Bombers

Drone above plastic fields of

railways and trains.

Scenes affixed from

Memories of Britain

In Penguin books.

A reminder of consistency

In hobbycraft and

Nostalgic pursuits.

Seems so English

(or British)

Like bowlers and suits.

As I often dash

Late for a shift

Or stride home

Post-work

I try and snatch

A new fact from the window.

A new name or detail

Colour or brand

As an excuse to keep my

Phone in my pocket.

I have faith.

I have faith that when I press the traffic light button, it will work.

The red ring will illuminate, or the WAIT decree will shine.

The municipal system will be enacted, Green becomes Yellow

And when the Red light halts wheels, Green Men invite

And we will cross the road safely, you and I.

Trust me.

Have you no faith

That I pressed the button?

Have you no faith

That the uppercase WAIT assurance shows

That the request works?

Have you no faith

So you must press the button as well, add nothing

Waste your finger?

Have faith.

I pressed the button.

The traffic crossing is working.