loop a piece of sky into the London Eye;
suspend in a gondola upon a Ferris rim
and circumnavigate beside the River Thames
to arch above pale hidden schools
of gudgeon barbel pike carp dace…
mere boney things unfit for proper plate
they swarm their level…place;
they wheel and twist and tilt
held there…oblivious to future
horizon circumscribed…by less degree
my own…South Bank to North across the city
rooftops and Westminster…stern Big Ben
the Ferris wheel takes on peels off
its riders without stopping…save for
infirm arthritic handicapped
beside the murky water
spindle tied….bicycle wheeled
and going nowhere
Artwork by Andrew Grant Kurts
“Westminster through a London Eye”
15 thoughts on “London Eye”
I love this poem – One of my favorites of yours! I can truly envision the London eye infused with the city and it’s residents. I feel like I’m there!
Thinking…you’ve read most of them, Nancy, so I’m greatly pleased you do. Smiles…
Just love your poems.
It’s important to me that you do, Andrew. Smiles…
another ‘browse’ poem: and it shall be entitled:
let’s talk …
the silence between words –
a Picasso kind of love
so tight a frame –
my skeleton and I, we dance
in the House of Fortune –
two angels walk Into a bar
I shall transfigure –
moaning of the turtle
when starlings fall
my star is in Electra
Smiles here at your serendipitous word magic. Appreciation for the gift of your time.
The cynic in me would say:
Wheel of fortune
Spinning through the varied
Levels of hell
A model of high finance
Behind false reticulations.
A fragile architecture,
A double bluff,
In clear sight.
A peep show
A void of fumes.
Well then, Simon, the cynic is perceptive. Thank you for your eloquent gift. Smiles…
Not really thought abot these ‘eyes’ before, ( other than disapproving of their unsightly presence..), but they do have plenty of potential for philosophising…
Thank you for your comment, Simon. We all need insight. Smiles…
Bonnie, you put me right at the heart of London, though I much prefer riding the Eye than swimming in the Thames. Great descriptions and innuendoes, and much fun to read.
This poem is a strange spiney boney thing, Sharon. Glad you caught the fun.
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Grateful thank you…
Thanks You too, very appreciated ❤