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Euston Square
These are the hours of beauty, days hovering
Floating suspended in the twilight of new Spring
A tiny moment, life-breath caught in the throat
Of time between fickle frosts of Winter and
An endless, expandable French Summer promising
The future in freedom.
Deep sky of plunging blue enticing watering mouth
To drink of this and the blinding white-yellow sun
Glinting in lovely deceptive coolness from
Bold Georgian stone in Euston Square, where
Our tangled haze of smoke and silly laughter gives
Accidental happiness in friendship and substance abuse.
You showed me joy and how to carve this city
For our own night-time adventures, exhaling condensing
Hope into icy air that sparkles from determined youth
And the animated brilliance of your infectious optimism
Carrying me helpless and smiling, like a balloon freed
From a child's sticky hand, to the best years of life.
If only to be static, to extend frozen the glorious moment
In a plateau of ungovernable now, this world of
Late evening black cabs speeding confidently past
Grey pavement concrete and awake in thrill of urban
Passion and pace, to capture magnificent fleeting seconds
And all the fun we have had.
Floating suspended in the twilight of new Spring
A tiny moment, life-breath caught in the throat
Of time between fickle frosts of Winter and
An endless, expandable French Summer promising
The future in freedom.
Deep sky of plunging blue enticing watering mouth
To drink of this and the blinding white-yellow sun
Glinting in lovely deceptive coolness from
Bold Georgian stone in Euston Square, where
Our tangled haze of smoke and silly laughter gives
Accidental happiness in friendship and substance abuse.
You showed me joy and how to carve this city
For our own night-time adventures, exhaling condensing
Hope into icy air that sparkles from determined youth
And the animated brilliance of your infectious optimism
Carrying me helpless and smiling, like a balloon freed
From a child's sticky hand, to the best years of life.
If only to be static, to extend frozen the glorious moment
In a plateau of ungovernable now, this world of
Late evening black cabs speeding confidently past
Grey pavement concrete and awake in thrill of urban
Passion and pace, to capture magnificent fleeting seconds
And all the fun we have had.
Published 28th Apr 2010
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28th Apr 2010 1:29pm
A WONDERFULLY CRAFTED WORK DEAR...Very niche, yet subtle, very genuine from the heart...you have portrayed Euston Square so lively and busy before me...
29th Apr 2010 8:17am
and lyrical.. amazing depth, it just begs to be read again.. I love the way you write the poem suspended between the metpahysical and the concrete, with perfect fluidity.. e.g. 'urban / passion and pace' captures it beautifully for me... great stuff!!
