Surreal

The second part of the introduction to a series of verses inspired by Dante's Inferno / The Divine Comedy, exploring modern-day issues in relation to the circles of Hell. I begin with an area just outside the First Circle near the River Acheron. In the original Inferno, this is where those angels who didn't fight for God or Satan - i.e. cowards who made no choice - are forced to remain, barred from both Hell and Heaven. I decided to widen this idea in the context of protests and voting. I have attempted to craft these in accordance with the terza rima scheme and iambic pentameter.

The Brave Little Tailor It was a morning, buoyant and bright, And our tailor sat and sewed. A jovial jam-seller came in sight, And the tale’s seeds...

I fall from her cherry lips. She has me as her sundae Ice cream, melting In her palm, I'm dripping down her wrist. I lay for her as sublime carvings...

Motorways almost impossible to use I guess they were built for queues Sitting on the M6 on a Friday afternoon Laughing at the notion of getting home...