Bruges: Diary of an Escaping Poet

On a train
all aboard
Cambridge to London Kings
No camera in my pocket
Only paper, pens,
and the lively curiosity
of a mind
ready for travel.

We jet in and out
of tunnels
waiting patiently
for light;
And after Lille
the sun,
wide open
space of green,
and the sweet
forgetful vulnerability
of a girl on a birthday spree,
escaping, free!

Under the dome
of a Basilisk sky
pitted with cloud
and the charge of knights,
a brusque and brutal sun
patronises
the teeming hordes
the hungry leonine
summer hordes;
while the captive saints
brood,
mourning quieter days.

Brugge
waking up
washing her streets
readying her lace
sugaring her waffles;

we leave
with little trace.

Most photographs by A.Edward, except occasionally, for Bear Necessities, by me :)