Thursday, 2 February 2017

Hornsey Lane Bridge


Smoke thick destinations
 
Smoke thick destinations
cradled in the hollow depths
she lay pristine and permanent
gazing at the high up in the sky
wrapped in the warmth of release
a delicate radiance softly absorbed
hushed whispers evaporating
into the diesel inflamed tumult

blue tinge to snow white skin
the early morning view
from the other side of the road

 underneath Suicide Bridge.

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