The Icy City. :: Drawings.

Spent the day yesterday on buses and around Spitalfields.

It was cold and the city was cold
and the sky was a flat grey and the buildings hid it from view.
Except this steeple.

It stood alone and lonely
against the cold London sky.
It was quiet
while the city was chiming and chattering and moving. It was still.
I moved slow against the crowds
of rushing feet.

With my velvet gloves on, I felt the city
rumble beneath my tired feet.

Comments

[Rita Jo]

beautiful words.

[Hannah Clare]

Love the last two lines. So pretty.

[Carmen]

hi, I'm a new reader.
I wanted to say that your art is Beautiful.I find it really peaceful, and inspiring. Thank you for running this blog.