Posts tagged ‘streets’

18/07/2013

Rauschenberg Summer (Street Finds)

 

A figure walking through a screen:

Manhattan ice with canyoned bikes.

A disused notion, painted flat.

A sound is sound, discarded, drowned.

 

So he – or she (whichever suits) –

Will leaf the city streets and find

A blanket ministry of cool,

Of heads in shades and open tops.

 

The poster slips from wall to wall,

Its message drips, she waits for change.

He waits, and walks, and there unbreaks

The cast off wheel of summer’s drag.

 

A summer in another’s mind.

What’s lost is lost: the seeker finds.

 

 

Inspired by the “combines” of Robert Rauschenberg (with a title written whilst listening to Radiohead)

 

15/06/2013

A Balkan Street Scene

 

For several years the street seemed old,

The tired shopfronts never changed.

They clung nostalgic to a time

Of paint and flowers, songs and life.

 

The woman in the orange dress

Has sold her paintings since things changed.

Back then she couldn’t paint enough,

But now her days just pass her by.

 

The men – the three who barely move –

Observe the street and how it’s changed.

They raise their cups to passing girls:

They judge and drink but rarely speak

 

Today is sunny, tomorrow rains,

The street’s the same, the street has changed.

 

 

08/01/2013

Suburban Sylph of Crying Owls

 

The cry which stripped the street away,

Which left the ancient marsh to rise,

And claimed the gardens for the pine,

Lets loose the wolves and bears of old.

 

A scream the soul of night itself,

Which stretched the forest, coast to coast.

Inhuman land beneath the moon,

Unused to axe, to fear, to smoke.

 

And then up close: the clack of beak.

A yard or so: the scratching claws.

A foot and less: near silent whisps,

Of wings so soft they make no breath.

 

And last I hear the heart and pulse,

And feel nocturnal howlings rise.