Olde England by Ian Copestick

Brit Grit, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Ian Copestick, Non-fiction, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine

It’s a gorgeous summer afternoon
The park is filled with dogs and the people
Walking them. There’s not a cloud
To be seen in the big, blue sky and
There’s not a breath of a breeze to be felt.
On the horizon is a high church steeple
And if it wasn’t for the modern houses
And the noise of the nearby traffic
It could be a hundred years ago.
All is so peaceful, so serene. It’s
England in an Agatha Christie book
Before the murder’s taken place.
You almost expect to see a vicar
Cycling past a game of cricket and hear
The thwack of willow against leather
Or whatever it is they make cricket balls
With. Of course we know that England is
Not like that, I doubt it ever really was
But it’s an intoxicating and inviting
Idea. A dream from the minds of our
Grandparents, the dream that so many
Englishmen went to war for.
A peaceful English summer Sunday

Bio: Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer from Stoke on Trent England.
Although he started writing poetry in 2001, he only started sending them out for publication 8 months ago. In this time he has had over 100 poems and 5 short stories published. He is featured in print anthologies by Alien Buddha Press and Horror Sleaze Trash. His first book Detritus Of The Drunken Night is OUT NOW, published by Cajun Mutt Press.