Leaving for the north ...

The river flowed through the city of many stories -

Each tongue I heard was different -

Glass towers reflected sunlight -

I read the names of all the muses -

Creatives lingered in the pristine gallery -

There were paintings which were like disturbing dreams -

Grey people lay in the pavements -

The long trains left the stations -

The sky joined both worlds together -

Where I was now -

Where I would be -


Saturday 2 March 2019


South Bank, Kings Cross
London