An Edwardian ironclad moulded out of sand ...

Walking toward The Strand, I came across a man from the Balkans, asking for small coins - 

At his feet, grounded upon the pavement, was a tiny Edwardian ironclad moulded out of sand  - 

The portholes were marked by baubles - four black funnels graced the yellow decks - bright flags were strung between the masts - 

All around was the wounded city - 

Long shadows moved over the pavements -   

Not far away, a tyrant was being feted - 

Near the river, glass towers shone in the late afternoon sunlight - 

Vapour trails faded into the pure sky above Trafalgar Square -

17.00

Tuesday 20 October 2015

London