On The Trip
poem after Michael RosenInside, on the trip, the littlest silver stars for sale
On the black velvet stripes of new trainers sparkle,
And spinning gift shop racks of keyrings and trinkets
Jingle and clink—on the trip, on the trip.
Outside, on the trip, snippets of actors' voices
From rehearsals reflect onto the narrow
Streets, charmingly beyond the theatres,
And waiters teem beneath boldly, brightly patterned parasols
Of outdoor restaurant seats—on the trip, on the trip.
Under my oversized hat, on the trip,
I loosen my hair from its tie by the turbulent coast,
and I steady my camera before a lively street performer scene—
on the trip, on the trip.
On the black velvet stripes of new trainers sparkle,
And spinning gift shop racks of keyrings and trinkets
Jingle and clink—on the trip, on the trip.
Outside, on the trip, snippets of actors' voices
From rehearsals reflect onto the narrow
Streets, charmingly beyond the theatres,
And waiters teem beneath boldly, brightly patterned parasols
Of outdoor restaurant seats—on the trip, on the trip.
Under my oversized hat, on the trip,
I loosen my hair from its tie by the turbulent coast,
and I steady my camera before a lively street performer scene—
on the trip, on the trip.
This poem is copyright (©) Kay Medway 2025
About the Writer
Kay Medway
Kay works full-time in libraries and enjoys both reading and writing poetry in all of her free time. She has had poetry featured in a positive news local community zine called The Happy Hood. Kay has also written poetry regarding her family history stories for 60 Miles by Road or Rail in her local community.
