Central London

By Rhiannonw

Thu, 09 Jun 2011
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(unaccustomed as I am …)
Hustle, bustle, rush and crush,
busy people pushing past
want to reach their ‘somewhere’ fast;
hoping they will soon have quitted
all this whirl, and noise emitted:
evening haven – peace at last,
temporarily outcast.

Mass of traffic: stop and go,
intermittant bulky flow,
people wending in and out
(– what’s the hurry all about?).

Giant steel and glassy cages
towering over (from past ages)
odd-shaped ‘squares’ where churches squeeze,
muted noise and welcome trees.

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Comments

Submitted by maisie on
love the start, .. can't help feel in the reading it might work out better if you split the long line in the final stanza even if you haven't because of the rhyme structure i enjoyed!

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Thanks Maisie, I'll think about that! Glad you enjoyed it. I enjoyed writing it, but don't want the experience too often these days!

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

The poem reflects the feel of a crowd and discomfort of the experience.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jean. Oh, it brings back that feeling of such a visit, rare nowadays! And that last bit I think was from looking down with my son from the top of the Monument at the old little green areas squeezed between the new buildings. Rhiannon