A short poem about Streatham Endless traffic, souped up cars, Farmers’ markets, craft ale bars. Much loved common, ancient trees, Lofty views, soft breeze...
Tag: England
Breeze full of promise
Short poem As I lie in my bed, The sound of cars in the night On a nearby road, Remind me of the sea...
Daytrip
Lily was unsure of her father’s idea to go all the way to the seaside by motorbike. She had never ridden with him without her mother also present. Back in Colombo she had felt secure on the bike, snug between them, protected from the dangers that surrounded. But that was a long time ago; now she would be exposed. She could tell from her mother’s expression, as she waved goodbye, that she was worried too.