There was a first time

There will be a final page, the faded note and empty seats. One day the concert hall will be an office block and after that a hospital. Our hands at the serenade took home the note that fades. — It’s spring again. The blossoms I wrote about last year came too early this year, even before

Iconic like

After inserting the Gherkin at the end of “Now here is something to marvel at…“, I had a whim to write a poem for each season featuring an architectural icon. I have yet to follow through on this idea, but “The Character Building” (posted this time last year) re-engaged with landmark structures. Like “Now here…“,

The Character Building

the Shard in tall majestic glints the architecture of its age success of Empire State and iconic like   afloat in grand isolation there is also an island set on a raft of mahogany loss   a wall hit and under constant repair encircles the floor about which nobody knows a floor matted with digested