13. Here

By chant

Wed, 17 Dec 2014
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4 comments
 

When from your crate you burst
that had borne you by road, by
rail, by water to Queenhithe,
to the city’s spectacular
disregard, a drudge’s life,
by St-Martin-in-the-Fields crypt,
the summer tourists flown, knife-
clad bloods, stoop-shouldered,
weighted down by front, hollow
boats, roaming the bare red-
leafed street stare dumbstruck,
sunlight fast declining to dusk
when from your crate you burst.

@ianjmclachlan

Certificate U
Poem
A London Vampire

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Gothic amidst the day to day.  A feeling that if we looked more closely around us we would see strange things.

Submitted by chant on

thanks for your very astute comment, and for following the story Philip. chant

 

Submitted by bosch on

when you burst from your crate

don't see why you couldn't keep the last line, and perhaps more effective given the firs line

when from your crate you burst 

 

Submitted by chant on

yup, thanks Swep.