Sky Mirror

In you I see myself, in a city of rebels, Coriolanus is striding,

circles in circles, light is bouncing, skyline ever-present,

in a welcoming dance across Wellington Circus.

London plane trees watch St Barnabas, the face of Anish Kapoor

illuminates people, criss- crossing – shining stars – scurrying by

slap bang in front of I’ll – try – it – oncers, theatre goers, players,

watching themselves, like actors in a long running soap,

they stand there ready for the next round, glass keeps reflecting

twenty years now watching a world,watching them as the drama unfolds.

Each night the curtain falls, glasses half empty.

Each night the curtain falls, glasses half empty

twenty years now watching a world, watching them as the drama unfolds

they stand there ready for the next round, glass keeps reflecting

watching themselves, like actors in a long- running soap

slap bang in front of I’ll – try – it – oncers, theatre goers, players,

illuminates people criss- crossing – shining stars – scurrying by

London Plane trees watch St Barnabas, the face of Anish Kapoor

in a welcoming dance across Wellington Circus

circles in circles, light is bouncing, skyline ever present.

In you I see myself, in a city of rebels, Coriolanus is striding

Gail Webb