Millie Bethel. Tredegar
P o e t r y
"This is a poem about being with your friends and feeling comforted by your shared sense of place. It's about knowing how true the cliches can be but still never being able to stay away. Most importantly, it's about having a togetherness that no one else could ever understand."
31.7kms squared
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We walked through our streets this weekend
“Not my ends” some of us said,
even though a stone’s throw
Has always been the space between us
Reunited for drinks in cans;
2 pints of larger and a packet of crisps
All for £2 of course,
But free if you’re on the committee.
And fag-ash bottle tops
Upon Sticky table tops
Old jokes which still make you laugh
“Stop The Bus in the back room for a tenner”
Wanting your own space is always weird in this place
And I know we didn’t intend that rhyme -
What we feel is not as clear cut;
The bittersweet feeling of feeling half stuck
It just kind of carries you
That warm familiarity of takeaways and sheep;
The greetings of friends you’ve known for years;
And the silence that accompanies sleep.
Because living here gives us a specialists edge:
No one else could understand
The love affair
With walking home in the rain at 1am
and 31.7kms squared.
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