Stu Buck – Raekoja Plats

Raekoja Plats

The sun rises over Raekoja Plats
Flooding the ancient square with pastel beams
As from all corners come a-shuffling
The flower ladies of Tallinn

Tourists glide past with steaming elk pies
And carved wooden trinkets
As the ladies who welcomed Hitler
(for he was a step up from Stalin)
Set up their creaking tables

The ladies lay out flowers and ornate berries
Picked fresh from the roadside
Arthritic bones and a century of memories
Begin another day of begging 

Around the corner in Empire
Where the shots come in test tubes
And cost five Euros for a rack of ten
The stag parties whirl and crash into life 

By lunch the crowds are singing
Across town the Freedom Monument
Is drenched in piss and lager
A rite of passage for British warriors 

I walk past the table
And buy a bunch of flowers
But not from the usual lady
I am told she fell in the night
And has been replaced by her daughter 

The sun sets over Raekoja Plats.

Stuart Buck is a poet and writer living in North Wales with his wife and two children. His poetry and prose have been widely published in journals such as Acumen, The Stare’s Nest, Cultured Vultures, Deadsnakes, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Erbacce Journal, The Haiku Journal, Rats Ass Review, Melancholy Hyperbole, The Tanka Journal, The Seventh Quarry, Walking is Still Honest, Yellow Chair Review, The Sunflower Collective and Under the Fable. He has been a featured poet in both FIVE magazine, Poetry Super Highway and poetrykit. His debut collection ‘Casually Discussing the Infinite’ will be released October 2016 by Snow Leopard Publishing. When he is not writing or reading, he enjoys juggling, cooking and ambient music.

Stu Buck – What I Don’t See

What I Don’t See

To the BBC News,
When I look outside my window
I do not see famine
I do not see rapists and murderers
I do not see pit-bulls mauling children
I do not see poverty
Or Aids
I do not see the failings of the health system
Or a cocaine snorting politician
I do not see people growing old
And dying
I do not see gangs of feral youths
Stabbing immigrants
For iPhones
I do not see cancer
I do not see the rain
I do not see obesity
I do not see guns
Grand Theft Auto
The movies of Eli Roth
Or anything else causing violence
I do not see prostitutes
Or drug dealers
I see two sheep
One chicken
And lots of hills
Please report this at once
To cheer everyone up.

Stuart Buck is an ex-chef turned poet originally hailing from Hull but now living in the Valley of the Poets, the Ceiriog Valley in North Wales. He has a wife, a daughter, another on the way and his debut collection of poetry is being published October 16.