#leakestreet – perspective poetry

Black Fig-ment!

Black as the night my mood,
72 hours, Sleep deprived,
Swirls above my head.

Drugged up on being down.
I wonder what the Fig-ment?
When he spoke in my last dream.

Will I ever sleep again,
Under psychedelic painted ceiling,
Never eating Figs again.

© 10/06/2024 rog leach.

The Banksy painting @leake street tunnels.

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 .

https://www.bing.com/ck/a?!&&p=59926010a06e5131JmltdHM9MTcxNTA0MDAwMCZpZ3VpZD0wZDRkNzBhMy0wNzhiLTYwZmQtMjU3Ny02MjVmMDY1NjYxNTYmaW5zaWQ9NTIzNg&ptn=3&ver=2&hsh=3&fclid=0d4d70a3-078b-60fd-2577-625f06566156&psq=leake+street+tunnel+history&u=a1aHR0cHM6Ly9lbi53aWtpcGVkaWEub3JnL3dpa2kvTGVha2VfU3RyZWV0&ntb=1

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