Market Day In Ely City Poem by Yvonne Rautenbach

Market Day in Ely city


Busking, business clink and clatter
Market day in Ely city
Apples pears and pitter patter
Pet food toys and slippers pretty
People sold on looking happy
Chocolate baby in his nappy
Masking bruqueness stink and splatter
Wallets open lips are pursed
Prices, packing, weather cursed
On the corner sob collections
Limping, unlearned, cat protections
Lady clearly off her trolley
PCSO and panting sprollie
Blindman missing all the fuss
Tourists searching for a bus
Bustling briskness quick and quicker
Crafty ply their trade in wicker
Here's the sun and here's the money
Mouths relaxing now it's sunny
Chips on benches, coffee in cliques
Bright balloons and pick 'n mix.
Boho cottons thin and bitty
Bunting scarves bedeck the city
Somewhere a fiddle begins to sing
A fiddler who never buys a thing
Sawing deftly with his bow
A tune that noone seems to know..


April 24th 2009