Near Wandsworth Bridge

"or skinny-ribbed office blocks worked their way
in between. The mouth of the Wandle stuck
its sick tongue out and went. The smoke-scarred walls
of a disused warehouse offered on close
inspection a locked-away world of rust
and sand flecks and slate all hoarding the sun.
That's right. I was walking the Thames Path east
as though I was water myself - each twist
and turn bringing me out on the level,"
Andrew Motion (Poet Laureate) "In a Perfect World" 1999



 
 
 

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