Karen Deeks Poet Imagism

Dartford

Dartford
You sit as a grey silent rushing stream
Of concrete, metal, with grey marbled sky
Leaning undefinable towards the Payne's charcoal
Landscape
So relentlessly
Created by man's coarse fingers and mind

Were you ever
Mother nature's emerald green belt?
Which swooned around Londinium
As black ravens scour your barren ribs
To pluck the last few morsels of flesh

As thread bare conifers nearly scratch the sky
Whilst containers muted litter the landscape
And giant neutral windmills turn as propellers on a jet
Which never reach
Anywhere
But the eye

As your concrete snakes
Tunnels and fly-over
Roundabouts here and there
Lit by splashes of
Red
Green
Amber
As emergency blue
Screams in my rear view
Mirror
Just follow the White line that pushes past this place
Of just passing
Dartford
Just on the outskirts of London

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Don Johnson June 3, 2012 at 9:47 PM so you lived in Australia but you went home :) perhaps Karen Deeks June 4, 2012 at 12:12 AM perhaps.... lol karen :)

Matthew Anish June 3, 2012 at 6:28 PM Is this a poem about a suburb of London? It has quite striking images in it - especially "Mother nature's emerald green belt". Peace & Love Matthew Anish Karen Deeks June 4, 2012 at 12:11 AM thank you very much matthew...karen ;)

Sara Kendrick June 3, 2012 at 2:36 PM Very descriptive work..Reads like a very modern active city..Thanks for stopping by my work about my morning out on the porch..There is a sadness in it that says sometimes the children grow up and become the next generation and our time has been and soon to be gone..Your presence at my work was uplifting..Sara Karen Deeks June 4, 2012 at 12:10 AM thank yo very much sara and i always enjoy reading your work.... karen