Gordon Road, a poem. 26th April 2009.
In Gordon Road it happened
Just as my mother had wept in Madrid
On hearing Vivaldi underground
She opened up the sonic floodgates.
On my day in spring
The sun was blazing on Peckham
And my faraway thoughts returned
As I witnessed and felt the grimness
Out of which poured forth the sweetest of sounds
A flautist rising above the grey slabs
Played so beguilingly
That under my sunglasses I wept
And thought of mother
And my long lost older brother.
Ziz Harvey
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