In the Middle of Town.
Market day, market cross
Octagonal icon of timber, a pyramidal crown atop
Eight lady’s maids to support.
Shelter for the jostlers, the lurkers, the weary.
Sepia toned characters blend to technicolour
The same stories, the same wares
The wheel moves faster and the people don’t see.
Unnamed neighbour, to view but yet to speak.
Symbol of this place, to pass but yet to wonder.
A life lived, cremated and resurrected.
To stand silent.
Look down upon the market
The hubbub and the folly
Stilted symbol for this place
And another time long passed.