Anonymity for history?
I do not want to be seen.
(Can you appreciate what I mean?)
I want to be invisible among the crowd,
not loudly laughing, not outstanding,
not too hushened, not too loud,
not the one with blue-burning eyes,
or the rabbit-in-headlights look of suprise;
I wish to engage with history....
so many things I desire to see
and to be
a part of them,
absorb them;
and I ask myself:
just when
will I take myself back to earlier London,
to Waterloo Bridge,
Londinium,
its Celtic heritage
vivid, burning
in my brain....
when will I see sights no longer, now,
the same...?
... Wander along to Pulcher's place, Isis;
-seal my memories
with your kiss upon my face,
(in 'that' place)
and a photograph,
and a wee ironic, captured laugh....?
When will I again walk over Ludgate Hill
-stretch my limbs through history, until
I feel as exhausted in mind as much as in body
as Classicianus must surely have been?
The forum and the basilica
ever, ever nearer, nearer;
Leadenhall Market;
and let us not forget
that kiss
to accomplish
the art of walking
whilst talking
whilst taking me, you, us
by tube, train, bus
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poem by Tara McH
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