You’ll have noticed there’s a theme to my recent pieces of writing, which I’m calling Open Spaces and Unique Places: A Poetic Review of West London. You can expect a lot more of the same as I continue to build up my collection. Here’s my most recent work:
The central walkway is a backbone,
Through the body of the cemetery.
A ribcage of footpaths point outwards,
Shielding mausoleum organs within.
Hundreds of graves, packed in like cells,
Form the building blocks of a life, now past.
Some are decaying, others nearly new,
But each one an individual.
The heart is a domed chapel,
Resembling a lifeline, around which
A steady flow of walkers and cyclists,
Are like blood pumping through old veins.
Long, limb-like brick colonnades
Stretch out around the Great Circle.
Grass that has grown tall and straggly,
Is like an unkempt hairdo, in need of a trim.
Overhead, dense grey clouds
Act as a warm woollen blanket;
Comforting a sleepy mortal,
Who is dead to the world.