I have written a number of poems inspired by London commuting, including this surreal scene posted last year.
The bees credit it as some point of luxury
to be on the Tube.
They keep meaning to take the bus,
but tonight it was raining busy
people and a real weasel.
The wet walk up Charing Cross road
was not the easiest way.
One more stop. More peppermint
Today, 3rd October, was National Poetry Day in the UK. To mark a day dedicated to poetry, yes, you have already read a poem. You may also wish to read my musings and the short poem I wrote earlier this year for World Poetry Day. Please do keep reading and enjoying poetry on any day.
A blue sky over Notre Dame
Advice for *
Don’t waste Paris on a broken heart
next to the Cathedral Notre Dame
where yellow-petalled violas squint
their purple eyes at you
shadowing their beds
as you turned: his hands on her,
embracing on the Seine.
From April 2012
Who takes the bus to Paris from London? (You didn’t know one could take a bus to Paris from London?) Well, that’s what I did one weekend in March last year. Pooling the £25 or so for the bus fare, but determined not to skint on museum entries, I made use of the last few days of a valid Schengen visa. My primary reason was to visit a friend, who happens to live a twenty-minute walk from the Eiffel Tower.
It was a wonderful weekend of catching-up, art viewing and walking the pavements of a new city. This poem developed from a moment during which I stopped outside Notre Dame, near the children’s playground, to enjoy the sun. I caught sight of this scene on the other side of the river. In my pause, the violas in the flower-bed beside me were caught in my shadow.
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