Wide walks, all so hardwearing,
Sheer window glass in high vast sheets.
Bright lights impressively glaring,
Blasting music also competes.

There is cacophonous clatter,
All so ear piercingly high pitched.
And such continuous chatter,
Oh, just where is the mains ‘Off’ switch.

The only thing worth the expense,
That I would go anywhere for,
Is the enticing redolence
Of coffee which I so adore.
I can’t keep up the abstinence,
When I see the cafes galore.

Shopping here though is a nightmare,
Sounds harshly echo in this space.
Before I resort to despair,
I must swiftly depart with grace.

Now where are the escalators,
And where are the main static stairs.
Where too are the elevators,
To my familiar thoroughfares.

I urgently now need to flee,
Which route should I be looking for,
Claustrophobia’s so ghastly,
This Centre is one mad uproar.

And so……….
A quiet peaceful shop,
Without piped in ‘Pop’.
Is what I require.
A great peripeteia.


© Ernestine Northover

Thoughts about a new Westfield Shopping complex in my town which is huge, noisy and out of this world with a 'WOW' factor, but...............
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Ernestine Northover

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shopping-is-a-nightmare/