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 2026
About the Writer
Kay Medway
Kay Medway is a library assistant and writes poetry, with work published in The Dirigible Balloon, Disabled Tales, and Scaryness Express. She loves day trips, which have inspired much of her writing, and enjoys reading and learning at every opportunity.
