Monday, 16 June 2014

London Calling.

Hi everyone!

So I just got back from a trip to London with my friends and I had a great time! Our itinerary included: visiting Buckingham Palace and Big Ben; the Natural History Museum; Covent Garden; Planet Hollywood; Camden Market; the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory musical; and the Harry Potter Studios Tour! Here are some photographs from my trip along with a little poem I wrote inspired by some grafitti I saw near our hotel. 




London Moon

The swinging city’s spherical milk star shakes awake and rises in the dome;
it pours rippling liquid light reflections onto the dark, forever buzzing cobbles. 



Crowded with millions of creepy crawlies by day, deserted by nightfall.
The frozen starry air so crispy it could snap, like gingerbread.
A white eclipse ignites the metamorphosis of the wolves. 



Their skin slices and blood oozes in great glugs,
fur stretches through follicles, dark claws split their fingernails.
Wails ring hollow through the startled streets, shattering glass.
The eyes of houses pace back and forth as the bricks shiver.



Absence of the sun prompts the spread of ice on the pavements;
crackling with the shredding sound of a sharpened sickle.
The thick smoke that slithers and coils in clusters of silver scales
escapes the dogs fluffy jaws and circles their tracing paper skulls. 


      
The foil snakes tie around, entice, grip even the youngest pups.
Prowling in packs at midnight, they target a length in a Skirt.
Creeping silently under the towering clock, curled tight to pounce.
Paws and tails let loose like arrows in open air, exposed claws for the Girl.



Her head spins round with the snap of a clean neck break, Her
pointed ears spring upright. Her shrill fangs gash through the furry napes.
Our poor wolves yelp as the white poison penetrates,
courses, contaminates their maroon blood.



They scatter and scuttle back to their alleys like rats as She
wipes dripping red from Her lips with the back of Her hand;
a black smile. The beasts scurry away, tails between shuddering legs
and melancholy, past a white roughcast canvas vandalised with: London Moon.




 

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