Some recent sightings in the backstreets of Cambridge, not exactly dingy but not well heeled either. Raffish encounters with odds and ends…
Golden tunnel
to nothing good
There never was a road
Nothing is barred
Walk through the wall…
Threads of Nothing
Just a bundle
of threads
blue wisps of nylon
frayed, unbound,
holding to nothing
but one corroded bar
draping to the ground
without a purpose
a lost story
Shadow Bike
No effort needed
no weight, no drive
just shadows on the wall –
what sort of person
without colour or substance
will ride this away?
Weed on the wall
Caramel
of decaying bricks
living
on crumbled
clay
SV
Surely victorious?
Suddenly vanished?
Memorial
to better times…
A blue plaque
that doesn’t let you down,
doesn’t remind you
of last year’s heroes…
Broken Panes
Reflected
in dingy
orange gold
front door
in broken glass
somebody’s hope
somebody’s dream
Urthona – Buddhism & art 