Friday, December 17, 2010

Shawshank moment

Beneath a gherkin shadow,
is a building site of yellow jackets and
giant cement mixers tumbling their churning tummies.
Tower cranes swing chains that
slip like eels through the cold air,
unoiled hinges singing their sad song
calling out in a minor key
as far as the Square Mile can see.
Sharp-suited City boys look up, searching
for a source of this mournful call;
Boris bikes clunk to a pale blue halt,
their riders joining the collective gaze
and everybody stops for a Shawshank moment.
A police officer, biceps swelling under
regulation navy blue streaks out of a health food shop,
chocolate button eyes flicking up to the sky
as he hears the tower-crane-song.
His arms are full of plastic packets of nuts;
cashew, brazils, almonds and dried apricots.
He wrenches open a police van door,
sliding open my curiosity and throwing
packs of health snacks to his officer friends.
The van pulls away,
the tower crane cranks to a halt
and the song is done,
everyone moves on,
smartphones are whipped out as people
remember their business
and we keep on keeping on.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Win the cover

Back in the Autumn, before the weather dipped and we were sauntering about in light jackets, I entered a competition from Metro newspaper to literally Win the Cover: have your message posted on the front cover of the newspaper for everyone to see.

Sadly I did not win (and am surprisingly un-bitter) but here is what I submitted, along with super-duper illustrator and all-round girl wonder Laura Barnard.



Who knows, we may do something with it in the future, but thought you might like to have a nosey.

Happy Christmas to you all x x x