Sunday, 27 April 2014

days colours faze

night
by the waters 
in the courtyard
the reflections so bright
the shadows of stone so like
beautiful and out of this world
the screens and screens
the jars of tea 
in the tunnel
the secret tunnel place
a roof terrace 
east street
the flitting train
the rain 
in the peace garden
waging war with flowers
stoic and ardent
dampened by the grey victorian sky
the polish place
in the crummy centre
midnight
another street
another mosque
the pool
the moss
her and her and her and her
souls that spur
souls on
-just another week-