Tags
'scape, 2012, 6*, childhood, Dallin Road, emergence, green, houses, iron, lifetimes, London, morning, Plumstead, rust, school, Thames, time, voices
still there
the hole
under the concrete skirt
holding the iron railings upright
dividing the conservation ground
from the terraced path between houses
the rust of decades bursting through metallic green paint
with whole pebbles
under which I’d scrabble
c’mon this way
looking for a shortcut to school
looking for another route to school
always nervous that my head
would get stuck
above the
Dallin Road
allotments
looking high over the river and the city
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
childhood wormhole: across the room / through the patio doors / through the conservatory windows / at the bottom of the garden / the still bifurcated trunk of / the oak / before the let-grown hair and fringes / of the fir tree / blown every lifetime in a while by the winter sun // actually
emergence wormhole: tag cloud poem I – numbers
green & lifetimes wormhole: … still waving!
London & Thames wormhole: a riveral
morning & time wormhole: and
Plumstead wormhole: dream / 190599
school wormhole: Teaching career: much like Monet’s ‘Impression: soleil levant’
voices wormhole: I don’t think I could do it anymore
