I left Serious procrastinating by Liverpool Street station,
And skipped into Spitalfields looking for Ludicrous.
In this place, in the city but not of the city,
Lissome youths in skinny black jeans loiter by stalls,
Selling things that no-one needs.
Rockabilly chick, in my splurty out dress,
Petticoats flouncing,
I twirled and giggled through the Goblin Market into the Water Poet,
Curtseyed gracefully, accepting a liquid offering,
Prepared to hold court.
Later, we may find sustenance,
Or resume the dance on sticky floors.
It’s time to let go of plans, responsibility and care,
To run, to laugh, to pirouette, to dare.
Leave me here or join me,
But beware!
The labyrinth is tricksy
And the way back
Is by no means guaranteed.
About the author:
Amanda Fuller is a mother of two and a Software Development Manager for a global engineering organisation based in the City of London. She has been writing poetry and prose fiction for many years, and is delighted to be studying for her MA in Creative Writing with the University of Westminster. Amanda’s writing explores topics such as gender and identity, sexuality, childhood, parenthood and city life.
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