Flyer
Tuesday 18 July 2023
poetry
Upon the notice board it lies,
A splash of colour, crisp and bright,
A flyer whispers of the night,
Of jazz, of tea, of Saturday’s surprise.
It folds itself in crisp white lines,
Inviting passers‑by to stay,
To taste the scone, to hear the play,
To join the crowd where laughter shines.
Yet soon it frays at every crease,
A fleeting hope in paper’s grace,
Then winds may whisk it, without trace,
Leaving only memory’s peace.
