LONDON

By Morghan Nunn-Menson

It was all cast

In colourless tones,

And an air

Of crossed eyes

Weighed down

The streets

Like a military parade.

 

The birds I heard,

But rarely did I see.

So much life,

Yet so little.

 

What united us,

It seems,

Were our guarded hopes

And sacred dreams

And the lullaby

Of sunset.

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Wells Street Journal

The Wells Street Journal is a publication by the students of the MA in Creative Writing at the University of Westminster. It is a diverse collection of writing with London as our inspiration.