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London has cradled this aboriginal

Scotsman, the London sun has caged a

a glasgow tan, my hair is parted

by the afterdraught of a fan formed

by a flock of pigeons I feed in Hyde

park. In the evening I look at the

moon with one eye closed through

the London eye, a bat flies through

the London eye and images of London

are magnified in the cave of my mind.

My eyes are lit like those of a wolf

researching a new forest, about to test his

thresholds. In my hotel room, a wasp

hovers above a candle flame-the wings’

rhythms are more accurate than the

flames’ incantations-the vespine cannot

land on the flame and I cannot settle

in this great capital. The insect orbits

the flame, his flight aligned with the

receding candle.

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

this mustof been fun to write. thank you. i enjoyed reading this immensely. very creative. i love poetry like this. the imagery is suberb. first rate.





Larsen M. Callirhoe

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I like this a lot, Eclipse, especially the mention(s) of The London Eye and how the bat flies through it. (I watch the bats almost every night.) From the poem I get a sense of being away from home, of a stranger in somewhat strange though not completely unfamiliar environs. I also get a lot of the same feelings I get when I read one of my favorite poems: Larkin's "Friday Night in the Royal Station Hotel."



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David W. Parsley

Put me on the Like list. The shifts are startling and revealing. The refraining word, "London", adds to the sense of discomfort, something that just doesn't square with the observer. This wolf will be passing on.


- Dave

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I like this one probably because as a northerner I can appreciate the alien world you touch upon. Loved the Glasgow tan and the ubiquitous pigeons. The language choice is most apt and the poem flows freely. I agree with Dave about your use of "London" and the sense of discomfort it imbues. Although I would have not used the word “discomfort” but then I am biased. :icon_sunny: Well done. Benjamin

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