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Fruit ice lollies (8588758339)

By Lablascovegmenu from London (Fruit ice lollies) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Warm mayhem

It was a scorcher today.
We ate ice-lollies in the office
and called it quits at five
only to find
the District Line had melted.

24/08/2016

It really is too hot for any more words about this very warm day in London. Some say it has been the hottest day of the year. The weather forecast suggests there may be another day or two of similar intensity.

A couple of years ago I happened to write another poem about a warm summer’s Wednesday and being confined to an office.

And along with the District Line melting, my internet connection has been on a go-slow while preparing and uploading this post. Perhaps the heat has jammed its way into all the day’s component parts.

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Baker Street Waterloo Railway platform March 1906

By Anonymous (The Graphic) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

A number of poems have come to me during London commutes. “Every morning because it’s wonderful to watch” originated on the platform at East Finchley station. When I find myself waiting for a train to arrive, I still sometimes think about the poem between the tracks.

Other tube poems include

Trapped items
Tube Sketch
Tunnel Days
On the way to Westminster
The Home Commute
supreme ultimate


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I have written a number of poems inspired by London commuting, including this surreal scene posted last year.

Here are some others:
On the Way to Westminster (a personal favourite)
Trapped Items
Tunnel Days
Tube Sketch

Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons. Author: Arpingstone.

The sweaty gym clothes
yelled in the tog bag,
m8t$er f%$*er could the day get any worse?
But in the Zara and Topshop bags,
short summer dresses from the 
50% off rack just giggled at the hope of seeing sun.
The backpack lugging the laptop 
for an evening of more work simply sighed. Weary 
would carry them home.


Another poem inspired by my commuter experiences on London’s tube.

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In the Ocean: a year of poetry
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Shining in Brightness: Selected Poems, 1999 – 2012

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It’s a little uncanny that my current writing and the archive posts are showing parallel topics. Last week the new poem inspired by music echoed the archive poem written during a jazz concert (six years ago!). This week, quite by coincidence, it’s work generated on London’s Underground. From this time last year, the archive yields another tube poem. “On the Way to Westminster” is one of my favourite creations. On exiting at Leicester Square, I often wonder if today will be the day I might meet the killer whale.

 

Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons. Contributor: David Cane.

37 of us shuttled along as we sit or stand
with our regular doors.
They are the ones with which we enter
Thursday morning in Zone 1.
They are the ones where we could
change here for
Victoria Line.
Too late to exit for Morden via Bank.

Your regular doors
can be dangerous.
You could change after Euston.
Make the next start
a stop.

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They who serve 
	the suction of daybreak,
beneath the earth,
beneath the dew,
beneath the kitchens where there’s burning toast
	and grapefruit,
bury, with the morning light,
their hope of hearing birdsong.


My commuting is less than a tenth of many who live and work in London. But when I am on the move, I often slot in writing, people watching and eavesdropping. Journeys by bus and Tube (and occasionally, by train) have become both companions of and subject matter for my writing. The Tube in particular has featured in a number of poems. Hereunder some from the growing set of related verselets:

Tube sketch (one of a few)
The Home Commute
On the Way to Westminster
Every morning, because it’s wonderful to watch
supreme ultimate

After finishing “Tunnel Days”, I recalled that I had linked daybreak with grapefruit in an earlier poem. In “Dead Star” (2006) I referenced the fruit’s colour and palate-cleansing taste in a description of morning rays.

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“Dead Star” is one of twenty poems in Shining in Brightness, a book of selected poems about travel, love and growing up.
Through the character Emily, I wrote twenty poems offering insights about life, love and work for the Modern Boy. You can preview Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys here.

I know I said I’d bring a poem
but then I half forgot –
I’d agreed to go to Ladies’ Pond
to meet a friend and swim,
Down the road and to the right.
Oh dear, there’s something left behind;
Pavement Walker
Jacob’s Dream
Huckleberry Thing
and
Pizza, Thwack!
keywords from Ninja turtles strike
supreme and back.

Ooops. Sorry. I forgot them all.

I had said I would bring a poem to read at a friend’s dinner gathering and I forgot. I wrote this on the tube in lieu. It lists some of the work I composed in 2012.

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Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys 
Shining in Brightness: Selected Poems, 1999 – 2012 

The man with the notebook
draws attention.
The woman alongside hum
drops her Evening Standard
to glance.
	Left-handed he is
	writing with a ballpoint
	in a Moleskine, A5-sized.

Two page turners 
	across from each other.


The poems this week centre around London and the ordinary, daily observations living in this metropolis offers. Our first poem considers a scene during a tube commute.

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Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys 
Shining in Brightness

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

and fennel.

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.