a couple of hours
after emerging from theatre darkness
into the rain-streaked copper lightness
of a warm summer’s Saturday night;
Londoners and tourists alike
streamed into the Underground,
unaware that on London Bridge
people were falling down,
run down by extremists,
and Borough Market
was being knifed
in the beat
of its open, friendly heart.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Flash 55 PLUS!
Kerry is hosting the Flash 55 Challenge! She says the rules of this prompt have not changed: Write a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS.
We were in London last night. We’d been to see ‘Horror’, an amazing piece of mime theatre from Amsterdam. We left some time around nine o’clock and made our way back on the Underground, completely unaware of the events taking place in another part of London, where my great grandfather used to own a pub.