They live on the corner,
Both lost, but together known,
Between the council house and the carpet shop
They make-shift a kerbside home.
She, drug-thin, snow-flake skin
Barely hiding the little left within
Yesterday’s jeans slip slight from her hips
Yet undeterred and unrefined, she effs and blinds.
He, blind-drunk, weaves and creaks
Gaze to the floor, head too laden to lift
Yellowed hands hang from coat worn by time
Wringing the neck of his cheap white wine.
Unbalanced, she trips in her dislocated mind
Lead-footed, he fumbles on his curved straight line
Til jolted, his bottle crashed and caved in
Against the vindictive ticket-machine.
Liquid gold pours down and out
Through the cracks in their cold paved floor
Their nights comfort lost to the ground
Followed by his fury, and her furore.
“brief; we were challenged on DVerse by our host Anmol this week to create a portrait in verse.
“Insight; a portrait of a local couple I sometimes see whilst waiting for the afternoon bus
“Expression 
Favorite line: “Wringing the neck of his cheap white wine.”
A situation volumes could be written about but in the end nothing to say 😦
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p.s. your poem is beautiful even with its situation
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Nice description and sound in these lines: “She, drug-thin, snow-flake skin
Barely hiding the little left within”
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Sadly, I can picture this scenario in my mind! Well done.
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My favorite lines:
Unbalanced, she trips in her dislocated mind
Lead-footed, he fumbles on his curved straight line
A sad portrait, and very well portrayed!
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“drug-thin, snowflake skin – says it all, perfectly.
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There are too may people like that. It’s shameful that we all know some of them. Well painted, as others have observed.
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Well observed and portrayed! Your descriptions are so vivid and I love the rich details like ‘snow-flake skin’, ‘yellowed hands’, ‘liquid gold’, etc.
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Thank you Anmol, and thank you for a very enjoyable prompt, I enjoyed the challenge very much.
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So well described and I can see them, and the sad life they have when not even the wine can give them comfort for the night…
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well done. cheers.
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It seems a sad but vivid piece Catherine. Very well written.
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