On the South Bank. (2)

Granier BMX bike southbank

BMX Bike, Southbank Photo: © Mark Granier


Everything is neither synonym nor like-
We bruise easy, for example;
Peach. Mottled. Punch.
A fib to say more Lyre than Lear,
The juice of the word ‘apophysis’
The bathos of bone, splintered,
Bowdlerized, a coda of this melancholy,
This street theatre, this effervescent
Promenade, this cultural quarter
This street-beat named desire,
This sliding scale on the spinning,
This leave us be moment,
This warmth from the city.

© Peadar O’Donoghue

Peadar O’Donoghue’s first collection, Jewel, is published by Salmon Poetry, and he edits The Poetry Bus magazine.

4 Comments on “On the South Bank. (2)”

  1. Great photo by Mark and I’m so pleased to see my poem here. Thank you!

  2. racheljfenton says:

    Superb, poem, Peadar. Love the “juice”, “bone” and “beat” of it.

  3. Karen says:

    Peadar is an extraordinary chronicler of modern life.