Camelford
man
watching
him
as
he made his way
up
the hill
slowly
wandering
from
side to side
of
the pavement
eating,
devouring,
a
pasty*
relishing,
enjoying
this
Cornish delight
consuming,
devouring
as
he progressed
his
other hand carrying
a
six pack of lager
his
afternoon organised
great
time beckoned
football
with friends
or
loneliness and TV the reality?
he
passed on by
up
Camelford hill
totally
unaware
the
thoughts that passed
through
me about him
young Camelford
man
*
Cornish pasty(Hogan pasti): with thanks
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Ola: His age wasn't specified, it is now, take another look please.
Fun to watch those around us. i had one place I often sat on my porch to watch the daily progression of a variety of people.
I do that too - find myself thinking about some person I've passed on the street long after I've passed them.
Such a moving image. I love these imaginings. You have me wondering what he did after and wanting to finish the story somehow.
It sounds like he was enjoying himself with his pasty and the lager still to look forward to.
We have pasties here in Michigan's UP, too, because so many Finns and Swedes and others migrated here and brought those Cornish pies. When we used to eat meat, we ate them a lot. You certainly painted a vivid picture with this poem and I smelled potatoes and carrots, too.
He certainly wasn't sharing the pasty, so my sad mind thinks he probably won't be sharing the lager. I hope he enjoys himself anyway.
PS: As a confirmed people watcher I am quite pleased that others do not know the surmises I have made about them...
Out on the prairie:I was stuck in a traffic queue and had time to watch as he progressed up the hill.
Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said: I have thought about this little episode for over a week before committing words to paper.
Mitchell: Maybe he does the very same thing every Sat.
CherryPie: I do hope so.
upwoods: It is possible to find veggie pasties of all kinds so I am sure there would be something for you. I choose sweetcorn, broccoli with a taste of blue cheese in wholemeal pastry.. I don't eat meat either.
The Elephant's Child;so do I.
Great image.
In Halifax there's a maker and seller of pasties at the farmers' market. Mm, now I'm stoked for Saturday.
Always fascinates me to watch other people and know that their world centres around them in just the same way that I view my world from within me. Metaphysics and headaches!
Chris Benjamin: At our farmer's market here in Truro there are pasty sellers but a very popular seller is Sophie who makes crepes to tempt all passers by, now that is exotic!
The Owl wood: This was an elongated moment while waiting at roadworks, watching and the idea began to form.
Pasty and pint; sounds good to me.
:-)
Your words are amazing! I do not know where you take them from.. you are gifted as a poet :)
or rather
- you are
a poet! :)
Lovely. I can see him!
holdingmoments: You've got the idea this is the whole Cornish experience! A locally brewed pint if possible.
Viola: Thank you for your two comments, I am particularly flattered by the second one. :)
Welshcakes: There is no need for a photo I think the words say it all. Thanks for your comment.
I see him as a contented young man making his way somewhere to enjoy the afternoon. I'll bet he has more pasties in his pockets!
Doris:I do hope so and when I pass through that way again I will watch out for him. A pasty in his pocket ensures a greasy mess!
I become speechless.
When my sister comes to visit from Cornwall, she always brings pasties with her. I LOVE them!!! And such a special story behind them.
Simone de Klerk: I agree they are yummy!
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