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