Lambeth Bridge

An homage to Penny Lane, enjoy every sunbeam!

By Lambeth Bridge there is a man selling the big issues,

And in his rucksack is a block to black his shoes,

And the residents of Pimlico mews,

Buy his weekly news.

On the corner is a tower built on a drainage main,

It’s full of fundraisers who want make a pitch,

There’s a lot of things we’re trying to fix,

Next to MI6.

SE1 is in my fears and my devise,

Met’ beneath the true suburban skies

I sit, and meanwhile back…

By Lambeth Bridge there is a councillor on his daily run,

And over forty years it’s what he’s always done,

And the Spaniel walkers go and come,

In the morning sun.

SE1 is in the years and my surprise,

A tide of fish and finger pies

In summer, meanwhile back…

Beside the fire station’s a boat that you can dine upon,

And in the fun weather Embankment’s standing sites,

And the ambulances passing lights,

Bright up party nights.,

By Lambeth Bridge there’re fancy geese that tourist photos make

A pretty lady heads to work within the Tate,

Some days we know she’s late,

She’s our paintings mate.

SE1 is in my fears and my devise,

Met’ beneath the true suburban skies

I sit, and meanwhile back…

Lambeth Bridge!

Washed clean…

Towel

I’ve been doing a creative writing course and thinking about senses. I remember when I convinced the doctors to remove the breast implant (mastectomy) that was killing me softly -that day, I washed my hair. I normally bath, but on days when I shower I always remember, 14 years ago now!

She stands in the shower,
Remembers, skin tingling,
A post operative hour,
Through the stitched scars
still lingering.
The implant removed,
from the one it abused.

Now perfumed and bare,
With soap in her hair,
She is singing her heart out,
And dousing the scared.