pulses quicken at fog-muffled
footsteps on the cobbles.
Along the soot-soaked lanes,
pawn shops and tenements topple,
and blackened windows
weep tears of grime.
They see it all: every good deed
and every murderous crime,
pickpockets, pimps and paupers,
desperate drabs and abused daughters.
The dross of life oozes, sobbing and mumbling
from the murky shadows between the crumbling –
but there’s no escape for those who’ve been scarred
by a sentence spent in Bleeding Heart Yard.
Kim M. Russell, 29th May 2018
Our host this Tuesday is Sarah, who wants us to think about street names. She says that they’ve always interested her and she particularly likes those names that capture a fragment of local history that would otherwise be lost, and are often strange, quirky and inspirational. It’s these names that she wants us to use as inspiration for our poems.
Sarah has given us two lists of street names, some from her local towns and some from London, and would like us to imagine what the street is like, who might live there and how the name came about. She asks us to be whimsical, dark, quirky, funny and mysterious!