A blazing sickle of the sun
cut a toothless smile
unseen by rushing city men
caught up in the Mile.
Thick cloud across
the southern skies
obscured the time majestic
when darkness peaked –
a normal day of business.
This poem was inspired by the solar eclipse mania of last week Friday. I was so excited about the event, but it hardly filtered through the clouds that covered London that morning. The only indicator was eeriness and discord as the birds registered the unusual event. All the busy city folk continued with their commutes to work. I, like others, was at my desk.
The day’s later blue skies allayed my disappointment. The day moved on.
On the commute home, I was reading the follow-up articles in the Evening Standard when some ideas for a poem started to form. So, here it is – a little after the event, and with some touches of artistic license (the peak time of the eclipse, for example).
the volunteer gardeners rake leaves
from the flowerbeds
that circle tree-trunks.
A last green and white hydrangea
stares its bath-cap head at me.
Cars hoot near Bedford St.
There’s a helicopter overhead.
Leaves and Tesco receipts
blow across the square paving-stones.
It’s 1 minute to 10.
A cold breeze catches
A blast! A work of genius!
Was the killer whale that hit sharp at Leicester Square.
It swam in from Morden
trawling on the High Street
with all the hours in the world
daffodils at 80p/bunch
and such sensational warming relief.
A poem for you on this sunny Thursday morning. It was inspired by my early morning book signing in Westminster. You too can own a copy of my first volume of poetry, Shining in Brightness. It is available via blurb.co.uk
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