This is a poem I wrote whilst sitting in the sun in the Highcross. That day I wandered about Leicester and sat writing in various locales. Town Hall Square, St Margaret’s Bus station and by the Clock Tower. I think most of the work is uploaded in the “Some of My Poems” section. I entered it a competition for the ‘Welcome to Leicester’ anthology, published by Dahlia Publishing in September 2016. they edited the final version a little, but this is the original:
High Cross, Leicester
Sitting in High Cross
Minding my own, hot sun
shining down on lucarne
reflecting shops by the
dozen and people by the score.
Four boys dancing using windows
as their mirrors in their private
Dance Studio. As they busted
their moves all they thought
was how good they looked.
Three girls watching
Four boys dancing, thinking
how hot they looked and it
wasn’t the sun.
They discussed the moves
Of the four fit lads
as they sidled closer to them
and thought will they soon
dance to our very own tunes?
Two old ladies watching this scene,
not quite understanding what
it all meant. They never saw
boys dancing in the street like this
except that day in 45 when
everybody jigged.
What are they doing?
It’s dancing my love.
Not in my world,
it’s rubbish that is.Four boys dancing
Three girls watching
Two old dears moaning till
One mean security guard
Moves everyone along.