Month: Jan 2019

“Machin Road, B23” — New Verse.

I played in this pocket playground as a small child.

Machin Road, B23

Tarmac square, lifeless
Dull as ditchwater,
Laid out there
Blot on the landscape.
Sterile, barren, devoid.

Dust and sand kicked up
By little feet. Laughter
Ringing through wooden menagerie.
Children scramble, clamber excitedly.
Playing, acting out other lives.

Plot of land, corner of suburbia,
Pound, playground, car park now.
Tomorrow, next year, next decade
Who knows? Deader still,
Soundless still, no such thing
As childhood now.

Ben A Harvey

October 2018

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New exhibition open: Doctor says relax

I reblog this piece because it describes something which is not often considered beyond a relatively small circle. It is also pleasing to read of one of my heroes, Charles Waterton. Please do read this and other posts on their blog. Who knows, you too may get hooked on anaesthetics; in a benign way, of course.