©Pennie Quinton 2011
©Pennie Quinton 2011
The street of the definite article
The strand.
The one two the iambic chaos
The rush through it, on it and under it
The busy busy
The buses the bridges the protests
The lawyers the law courts the justice,
The cafes, the authors
The Dickens, the Thackery the Makepeace
The temple inn
The no children
The Strand school for civil service gone,
The whirling doors on the King’s building
The Students, the must just read hard enough
The elect alumni, on the plate glass
The mini deities to become
The bus stop that never stops
The sun dial that never sees the sun,
The empty office blocks,
The man suits that always hurry
The black cabs
The cyclists
The lights
The waitings
The crossings
The coffee bars,
The Somerset house and my love my love
The river.
©Pennie Quinton 2011
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