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Malvern - New Year 2014

Malvern – New Year 2014

I brought up the rear on the way to the top,
but led from the front coming down.
The lights of Malvern glittered like gems
from the spread-limbed, sprawling town.

“A stroll,” says Syme, “an adventure,
over Sugarloaf Hill so fine.
A cool way to celebrate New Year’s Eve,
Old Year out, New Year in. Lost in time.”

“That’s for us.” We jump up and down.
“A lovely, gentle saunter.
We’ll gaze up at the stars,
as we amble round each corner.”

The wheezy path to St Ann’s Well
takes the breath of many.
We meander on, we zig and zag,
on a leg-muscle workout, steady.

“Not far now,” says Symon,
“we’re getting to the flat.”
The first time we believe him,
it wears a bit thin after that!

I brought up the rear on the way to the top,
but led from the front coming down.
The lights of Malvern glittered like gems
from the spread-limbed, sprawling town.

Like pitch, the deep down black of night
−torches are not in the plan−
we soon develop night vision.
Symon says,’see my hand.’

Michelle shouts back about holes and rocks
put there to trip the unwary;
she’s helpful to those of us at the back,
who walk the rough stones, chary.

We broach another incline,
our calves begin to twitch.
We stop to breathe and watch the stars
then onward: “Look out for the ditch.”

Symon becomes Mr Motivator,
promising us good grub.
It works, of course, the idea,
of a brightly-lit foody pub.

I brought up the rear on the way to the top,
but led from the front coming down.
The lights of Malvern glittered like gems
from the spread-limbed, sprawling town.

“The pub is round the corner,
a step or two away.”
“He’s lying,” says Math, grinning,
but we’ll get there before end of day.”

Ian says, “we’re nearly there,
I see a downward track.”
Mat says, “it might be downhill
now, but it’s uphill coming back.”

On the flat we catch our breath
and downhill is no bother.
We get to the pub, have a beer,
and join in with the banter.

Michelle puts a chocolate on her plate
and takes it to the table;
pop candy has: ‘a party in my mouth’,
she tells us, when she’s able.

I brought up the rear on the way to the top,
but led from the front coming down.
The lights of Malvern glittered like gems
from the spread-limbed, sprawling town.

It’s time to go, the fireworks call,
Symon gathers the clan.
“It’s easier on the way back.”
Of course it is, dear man.

Di says, “c’mon chaps,
this is doing us good.
We need the exercise, hup two, three, hup!
We’re always saying we should.”

Back at the top in the lee of the hill
we watch the fireworks below,
like sparklers dazzling when looked down on,
red, white, blue, row upon row.

Then all downhill to get back home
A yomping stomping gait,
our walking New Year with Symon,
we wholly agreed, was great.

I brought up the rear on the way to the top,
but led from the front coming down.
The lights of Malvern glittered like gems
from the spread-limbed, sprawling town.

Polly Robinson © 2014

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12 thoughts on “New Year Walk

  1. Nice! Much easier to read!

  2. Weil done Polly – it’s a little how I remember it! Great evocation of an exhausting evening. ‘We’re getting to the flat’ hmph!

  3. Excellent poem, New Year Walk– Compelled to read it twice, resonant refrain, musical rhyme & rhythm;
    most enjoyable reading…

  4. I read this poem at our local SpeakEasy last night, Lindy. It seemed to go down really well. Thank you for your detailed comments, most welcome :)

  5. That is a cool way to spend New Year’s Eve and – dare I say it? – sets a good pace for 2014.

    Wishing you the best this year, Polly. Poem on …

  6. heh-heh, thanks, Jamie… looks like we’re in step with that one ;)

  7. Mr Motivator! Haha! At least you got a view – my Dad would take me on those types of grueling walks, always to see what was at the top. Usually there was not a lot at the top!!

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