In this poem which is my first post of the year I look at the impact of geography on both sectarianism and sexuality. I’ve titled it Glasgow Kiss at the suggestion of my good friend Paddy Callaghan. I hope you enjoy the read.
In Templeton Street
I threw in a coin
and said a silent prayer .
Geography matters in this part of town,
where the Gallowgate and Bridgeton
both border the Merchant City .
This is the Glasgow
where nobody is sitting pretty.
where conformity and diversity
reluctantly agree to co-exist
These are streets where being kissed
may not be quite as romantic.
as some folk would like you to think
As I pass by the fountain
I wish for a better tomorrow
free from the sorrows and tears
of far too many yesterdays
on walking a carefully mapped route
a driver toots their horn
as dignity blares out the window
the irony doesn’t escape me
not in this place
where hardened regulars
drink pints in their pubs
refusing to sip from any cup of kindness
And old habits die hard
as they find new victims to stalk
in the name of tradition
© Gayle Smith 2022