Finding Solace…
(Inspired by John Atkinson Grimshaw’s painting ‘Wandsworth By Moonlight’…)
The tainted moonlight yellows the London smog,
Silhouetting spidery winter trees above a sodden street,
Seemingly paved like fool’s gold with cobbles as bullion bars.
The vendor, beneath a streetlight, sells his wares
In the drizzle, suggested by a woman’s umbrella, dark
As she walks her child, with countenance discreet…
The windows offer hope, bright through the evening fog,
Enticing, drawing the soul in, promising a dry, wooden seat
In the ironically named Sun Hotel’s snugs and bars.
The church, spectral in the distance, shy of gaslight glares
Attracts my gaze, as hesitatingly and alone I walk
With confused mind, isolated and despairing in defeat…
Pete Ray
3rd September 2024
Welcoming to a stranger, the lights and the distant church offer solace to a lost soul…
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