Soft Play – a poem

Posted on by richardaustinwriter
  • So, this afternoon I took the kids to a soft play in Isleworth. It was extremely busy and the noise level was approaching that of a pneumatic drill or premier league football crowd.
  • I thought of this…

    • Mass of screaming bodies

    Pulling against the tide

    Each one without pity

    Writhing around inside

    Social norms abandoned

    They struggle and they fight

    Over spit-soaked plastic

    That badly needs a wipe.

    Presiding over this

    The chaos and the din

    Dead-eyed weary adults

    Pretend there’s nought amiss

    Cheers for reading,

    Richard

    You can check out more of my poetry by clicking the links below.

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