Following the late-night creation of “The London Verses” page stating my poetic intentions I have since been trapped, both in contemplative thoughts and literally, in my room trying to capture individual essences and snapshots (whatever that could mean) of the many, varied facets of London from Kingston to King’s Cross, Peckham to Putney, Enfield to Euston. Well, you get the idea.Here is one those “snapshots” entitled “The London Verses No.1”.
Consumers march up and down Oxford Street
Indiscrete advertising designed to fall, fail and fill them,
With what wisdom,
What it is the Elite excrete
Whether Whitehall or City Hall?
The never-ending Sprawl:
A profound sense of loss in Highgate
Taxis late at City Gate
Cyclists tempting fate
Quiet cries of desperation from a Tottenham Estate
A blocked Blackwall tying up your godforsaken travel update.
More London Verses coming soon.