I am lost in a sea of formless faces.
The crowd mummers and mutters like a beast,
splashing against the concrete walls
of tenant buildings incessantly like the tide,
the constant swish of steps is its own language,
taps and slaps. Incomprehensible.
The city is a storm of life that bubbles and roils
and I have been cast adrift.
I hear screams of my name like gulls calls
as I race over London Bridge,
my little legs flying in my yellow wellingtons.
I vanish in a scattering of grey feathers
and muddy puddle water,
laughing as pigeons take to the sky.
About the author:
Georgie Hart is an English Literature and Creative Writing Student at Uplands Community College who hopes to go on to become a proper writer. Living in close proximity to quite a few libraries’, she spends most of her time reading just about anything she can get her hands on. She loves poetry and when she’s not working, she likes to visit London.
Photograph © Fabio Venni