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Rob Linsdell – There are Chalk Marks on the Pavement

 

There are chalk marks on the pavement

 

There are chalk marks on the pavement
Where my childhood used to be
When hopscotch was
The only game in town
And the girls wore long socks
And short bunches
And ice-cream smiles
Wider than their own
The sun would push so hard to the ground
That dry rivers would run
On car roofs and distant fields
Cats would stretch under trees
Defeated and delighted
And the smell of heat
Would linger until a bedtime
That would never really come

 

Rob was born in Cambridge in 1975 and has been writing poetry since childhood when, as an angst-filled teenager, he would write long morose verse to unrequited loves. Many of his poems are motivated by his interest in the First World War and that interest also spawned his debut novel ‘Close of Play’. Rob has also worked briefly as a sports journalist for the BBC writing about football and cricket. He still lives in the village where he grew up, now with his wife and two young children.

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4 thoughts on “Rob Linsdell – There are Chalk Marks on the Pavement”

  1. Rob’s soul speaks in his poetry – both to us and FOR us! Who wouldn’t love to pen what’s felt, and with such good heart?!

    Moran taing! (Many thanks)

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