Issue Two,

Autumn 2020

STREET LIFE

Elaine Baker

Poetry

View from a London Roof Terrace

Up here, they laugh and prise the lid off

with a spoon.

 

Ohmygod!

 

The city split in two, stapled in bridges,

mirrored in high-rise three-sided cubes.

 

Can we see us, looking?

 

Down there are the streets: cabs crawling

like digits, electric cars with tinted glass,

kitemark faces, traffic lights ticking, erasing

seconds, those bridges and their bollards

planted to not let the threat through,

pavements torpid and loaded with gazers,

their extra selves hanging out on selfie

sticks.

 

          Down there, a storm surge against the tide

 

Look – the river’s barging!

 

Won’t somebody down there shut the gates!

 

 

But it’s late.

 

And they can’t put it back,

wrap and wrap the lid up in the stripy tape of

Caution

 

Kerry Jones: 14.02.20

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Network

He stands and walks to the glass.

Across the street he sees a man threading through the crowd, head down, texting

             

             a man under an oak, at the edge of the park texting

             a man at the station, expectantly waiting texting

             a man on the steps of the silent fountain texting

             a boy at a table, one candle, head against the misted window texting

             a man striding down the arctic corridor texting

             a man at the wheel, traffic at a standstill texting

             a man drawing back from the night and the dust of the stars texting

             a man drenched in sweat under the mosquito net texting

             a girl, she’s holding a child she’s texting

He moves to the desk. His phone flares.

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Elaine Baker is a freelance poetry teacher and mentor. She has a passion for inspiring the next generation of poets and works in schools. Her poetry has been widely published in journals and titles and her pamphlet Winter with Eva came out with V Press this year. She is based in the UK. Her website is: www.elaine-baker.com and she tweets @kitespotter.