Poetry Blogs (narrow boats)
Bohemia
A memory of a small but unforgettable part of London.
Walking down to Camden Lock
with colour and fizz all around
on a warm August day:
narrow boats, top hats and silk scarves,
old pubs, rent boys, spruikers;
The Regent's dark canal,
people-watchers. Music like jewels.
Such is the raucous silence
of loneliness.
Chris Hubbard
2018
Thursday 15th March 2018 4:02 am
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