Hi there! Please enjoy this little poem that I wrote this evening about the view over London.
Sirens fade into the darkness of the night,
Whistling scream that dims into the whisper of an echo,
Replaced by motors rumbling, horns; a screech of brakes
Breaks the illusion of silence
Created by the ever-present flow.
Voices drift,
Up from the street below, shouts
And laughs and casual conversations
Disintegrating into mumbled sound and scattering
On the barest breath of breeze that attempts
To shake the stillness of the air, dispersing
Into the night.
But it is not dark, not
Quite, not with all
The lights that pierce the faded blackness
Of the sky, faint glow
Shades the horizon with a hint of gold,
And all the colours blaze like
Earth-bound stars, plucked
From their place among the heavens and
Captured here on earth,
Burning just as bright, adorning the city
Like a crown.
A Teacup Full of Stories 