Leaf 97 – Homeward Bound
This poem was written as a
response to #SenseWrds Prompt 73 to the words: Desolate, Silvered, Street
(without using those words). It reflects a real moment remembered from my
undergraduate days, when I lived in Manor Park, London, E12.
Past midnight – a long walk home
through empty East Ham,
neon-glazed cold, wet underfoot.
