The cobbles run uneven here,
sloped and sinking, like a old man
finally easing into an armchair.
Rain rolls in without warning
darkens the street to pitch,
turns each stone into an island
swells rivers that shimmer with stars
as the street lights lean closer
and watch you skim across the water
too quick
for me to save the picture.
Carol J Forrester 
What a great place to be… and watch from under an umbrella, love the way the lampposts lean
Beautifully written, Carol. I like cobbles but they don’t like me, I usually managed to slip on them, especially in the rain. I love the simile:
‘sloped and sinking slowly
like a old man finally easing,
breathing out and falling
into the cushions of an armchair’
and the lines:
‘and the rivers between the stones
shimmer with stars’.
and the rivers between the stones
shimmer with stars
thrown from shop windows,
I particularly love that – you really capture the beauty of a wet night.
Silver beneath the rain. I like that image very much.
I enjoyed reading this — great writing!
Thank you!
A wonderful use of metaphors and image… I enjoyed this!
It felt to me like an evening in old London, the yellow street lights, dancing off the pavement. Lamps lighting indoors, very warm and inviting
Nice alliteration here (“sloped and sinking slowly”) on “s” and “sl” sounds matching the title.
Haha, yes, that was completely intentional.
Love the images of your old man breathing in his chair!
Dwight
I like how you portray the light from the shopwindow as shimmering stars in the rivers between the stones. A vivid poem.