By Dani Cole
The once fish-banked shores of the Thames
Were now welling with the discarded rubbish
Of modernity. But the smell rising from
The water was reeling with memories of
Home, where the salt-mudded estuaries
Of the Dart lapped at their edges. And
After returning from a year of reconciliation
(Having soldered together the burned
Satellites inside my head), I was reunited
With a city emptied of life, orbited only by roads
That circled themselves to nowhere.
I lost all sense of living: nature was unnatural
Here –so I escaped, as quick as as a trout out
Of the shining Dart.
About the Author:
Dani Cole graduated from Queen Mary University of London with a BA (Hons) English degree in 2018. She was a content editor for a university magazine and thought it was great. She has no idea what career she wants to pursue. Her decision is hampered by the fact companies politely reject her most of the time.