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Continuing the theme of ‘Walking the Streets’, I thought I’d put up another city street musician picture.
I said in an earlier post that one thing that caught my eye was how people just hurry by these street performers without seeming to even notice them. On this day, my walk inspired me to more than pictures and I wrote a poem which I have posted below. To set the scene, my day was spent walking the city streets near Christmas when the Christmas market, with its many different stalls, was on. The streets were busy, bustling, and very cold! Here is the poem which I entitled……….
Only the Girl in the Poster Seems to Dance
The clothes seller sells her colourful wares,
To chilly people who are full of their cares,
Her cheerful smile adds light to their day,
As they shiver along on their wearying way.
The toy seller sits behind his stall,
Surrounded by toys, he made them all,
Which children will these things delight?
Whose tree be under on Christmas night?
The artist sketches a beautiful girl,
All wrapped up against the winter chill,
It’s not complete, there’s more to do,
But already the likeness is coming through.
The crooner sings a smooth soothing song,
People rush by, they can’t wait too long,
But they walk away with music in ear,
To bring a bit of good Christmas cheer.
The hot-dog seller, a pretty young girl,
Hair tied back to tame her curls,
Provides some food to help shoppers shop,
And a little warmth from her burning hob.
The fiddler plays a bright merry tune,
I bet he wishes this was flaming June,
Is anyone listening I wonder perchance, as
Only the girl in the poster seems to dance!
(Copyright The Dorset Rambler)
As far as the main picture goes, I decided to use selective colour in order to highlight the girl in the poster and turn the rest of the scene to black and white.
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