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Street of Steps

in the village,
Street of steps 
The upward climb
Is steep,
                                 
My house is at the top,
I must climb,
And climb,
Up,
To get to my bed to sleep,

This corridor of steps
Leads down to the bar in the square,
(On most days you can find me there)
It’s getting back up them that can be tricky,
My heart pumps fast as it’s a little bit dicky.

I stagger up from the bar
Every day of the week.
I need to stop
(Many times)
To catch my breath,
The steps are older than I,
(And I’m an antique!)

The steps date back
To medieval days,
The olden ways,
From before the motor car, 
And that sort of thing—
Time before man could fly on a wing.

We carry most goods to our homes
In a sack on a donkey,
And walk very carefully
As the old steps are wonky.

The kids get to school
Down in the valley,
But not on a bus,
They ride on a mule 
(Which I think is a plus)

There are steps everywhere,
Leading up to the top,
And of course, 
In some parts of town.
They go all the way 
                                   down.


Lesley Scoble, August 2024

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I wrote my poem Street of Steps in response to Sadje’s #Whatdoyousee #249 photo prompt.

A Mallorcan Village
The feature photo looks very much like the streets I know well, in a medieval village called Fornalutx, Mallorca. Where my father spent the last years of his life and is now his resting place.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
Thank you, Sadje for the inspiring prompt.
_{Image Credit; Sig- Sigmund @ Unsplash.}

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Lesley lives in the City of London Square Mile. An artist, actor and sculptor (her first ceramic sculpture won the V&A inspired by… Award). Scenic artist & book illustrator, playwright (her musical play, Rapscallion performed in inner city schools and theatre school); TV dancer; Animator and illustrator for TV production. Set up Pinecone Studios Ltd and IIMSI Ltd drama and filmmaking workshops in London – producing award-winning films made by children.