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Fish_scales

Look At“, a poem posted this time last year, is a combination of a journal poem and a pavement poem. Derived from mental notes taken during a walk along East Finchley High Road, it documents the comings and goings of an ordinary morning.

Observing the ordinary and everyday is a recurring theme. “Look – really look” takes a similar approach, but places the entry within a specific season (summer) and circumscribes it to a smaller location (one man’s balcony garden).

Look At” is one of the 104 poems that feature in my latest book, In the Ocean.

The image of fish scales is courtesy of Wikicommons Media and photographed by Rajesh danji. View the original image here.

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Today
the sour faces coming out of front doors
of those who must go to work

the pinched looks of those shuffling
with shopping trolleys; 
those who must buy groceries

Look at Grey Mullet
laid on ice at the fishmonger’s

Look at whole others who 
smile weakly and wave 
that magazine for the homeless/unemployed
outside where I buy stamps 

Broadest of coffee smiles 
         - another  
a flaky-rimmed pasteis de nata
         - time, thanks  

Yeah, yeah
he growls today and shakes his whole self on that concrete pavement
rousing the pigeons, in the rose bed, who then flap at the petals

and the thorns and leaves, but they are smaller and less interesting

like the work-faces folded away in drawers
or the pure bliss of 59p to buy soya milk
         for seven days of breakfast joy
a coffee smile and through a window,
a fishmonger’s whole plaice on ice

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