I am off to London in the morning for three nights, arriving back on Monday evening.
For those of you who are familiar with the whole ‘journey’ theme of my book Heading North, the last time I was in our capital city I wrote three poems for possible inclusion in the book. I was going to publish two that didn’t make the final cut here in this post-but at this late hour I can’t find them!
One was still in early draft form, entitled London Lines, and the other was a completed poem that I didn’t think quite up to scratch (tellingly the title now escapes me).
So, until I do locate them, I will include here the only one of the three that made my collection. It was written in the very same hotel, in Canary Wharf, that I’m staying in this weekend. Maybe inspiration still lingers the corridors, eh? Perhaps my muse is still joyriding the elevators.
We shall see. In the meanwhile, have a great weekend people.
See you next week.
Canary Wharf, Morning Sunrise over angled skies. Reflected light on glass and steel. Still water shine and strengthening hum of time-fixated suited drones, speed induced and web infused. See the parade of passive martyrs. One day, maybe, just one day, sit and watch the world go by. ©Andrew James Murray