Leake Street

dVerse Poetics — Pilgrimage, Wandering, and Walkabout

I have taken a pilgrimage see the Leake street Tunnels under London’s Waterloo rail station that has been on my bucket list since I first heard about them. one of a few places where graffiti art can be legally sprayed here in the UK. the photos below where taken on my visit. they are just a few of those I took.

it has been legal for street artists to leave their mark here since 2008. when Banksy organised an event there. #Banksy , #leakestreet .

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so for tonight’s #dversepoetspub poetics prompt from Lisa. I have used a line from the poem Pilgrimage by Natasha Trethewey. “here the river changed it’s course”.

Leake street.

The tunnels they do beacon,
Painted walls, painted ceilings,
Painted floors, painted railings.

Here the river changed course,
Away from repression of expression,
To its acceptance of the street artist’s ability.

A pilgrimage of art,
To view an ever-changing 300m canvas,
A bastion to art since, 
#Banksy festival 2008.

Take a wander, take a meander,
Through the tunnel of colour,
Stop for a bite, Stop for a pint,
Soak up the atmosphere.
Smell the spray paint, love the artwork. 

© 07/05/2024 rog leach

Station Life!

London’s station life!
(people watching galore)

Pt1(Euston)

Announcements garbled animating gorillas,

Samosas smashing smells stealing serenity’s stability,
Saucy sanity stealers sauntering sexually,
Bhajis banging beat bringing battering bollocks,
Flat-breads faltering, festering, failing fillings.
Coffee circulating caffeinating commuters,
Rocker’s racing reaching ruckus rats,  

Announcements garbled animating gorillas,

 Cones conniving circus confining commuters,
Stall holders shouting harassment at starving homeless,
Billabong’s bastard boss boasting about beating up Berty,
Pigeon’s prying, pooing & pecking perfect passengers,
Fashion victims flaunting vicious frocks,
Music meandering into minds mayhem managed.

Announcements garbled animating gorillas.




Pt2(Charing cross)

Announcements garbled animating gorillas,

Platform shoes and dirty doily shirts,
Streaming hordes & multitudes of rat-races,
Ornge jacketed pamphlet givers, STRIKE,
Kamikaze Pigeon divers dive bombing innocents,
Litter blowing around booted ankles.

Announcements garbled animating gorillas,

Tiny, tiny quiet, big, big LOUD,
Big loud stomping out tiny quiet,
Pamphlets flying in breeze, strike info ignored,
Women disguised as shire horses, lacy bell bottoms,
Flushed pink faces, gobsmacked expressions.

Announcements garbled animating gorillas.

© 03/05/2024 rog leach

Q#200 ablaze

Quadrille #200

Q#200 ablaze.


You set my heart ablaze,
Firing up a lust I cannot fight.

My blood is burning,
Firing my desire for your company.

I am craving your heat,
Your warmth within me, driving me mad.

 Cannot get enough of,
Curried goat with rice and peas.

© 29/04/2024 rog leach




Thank you  Mish for such a fun for the 200th #quadrille ' #dversepoetry pub

Frustration#Pantoun

MTB: Repeating Lines in Pantoum Form

tonight @ #dversepoetspub we are writing Pantoun poems which have a certain pattern of repeating lines. this was suggested by Merril as their prompt for hasting tonight’s meeting the bar.

Frustration. #Pantoun

Frustration grips my mind,
Dragging me down into darkness,
Willingly trying to find,
My way out of this blackness.

Dragging me down into darkness,
A lack of opportunity persists,
My way out of the blackness,
Is to hang on in there and resist.

A lack of opportunity persists,
My minds way of fighting,
Is to hang on in there and resist.
While I keep on writing.

My minds always fighting,
Willingly trying to find,
A way to keep me writing,
While, Frustration grips my mind.

© 18/04/2024 rog leach

Last Friday

Quadrille #199: T.G.I.F.

Last Friday! #Q199

It’s Friday, nuclear Friday,
Our last party night,
let’s party with a bang.

Falling out, party killers,
Genocide immanent,
 Humanities last party. 

Party popper, night shouter,
Mushroom clouds, sanity eaters,
Celebrating death!

Last Friday, last Friday,
No more Mondays, horary!
This party is over.

© 15/04/2024 rog leach

It’s Quadrille Monday @ #dversepoetspub thanks for the friday feelings.