What is poetry town?

Poetry Town began in 2015 with a weekly poem displayed in the window of Kirkdale Bookshop. Following overwhelmingly positive responses from customers we have decided to partner with Sydenham Arts to build on the idea and fill Sydenham with poetry­ not just by famous poets but by local people, both young and old.
Brockley Fox by David Bottomley
26th September 2018

Dark encounter on the rim of the park,

clandestine manoeuvres, marauders,

the sheer audacity of urban foxes,

freedom to explore in the safety of shadows

the inky depths of night’s spill

away from the splay of lamp post’s broadcast light.

The spread of a tree’s dark canopy

to mask, the lurk behind trunk,

a fearless turn to assess the size of

the encroaching threat; sizing up the enemy,

you look me straight in the eye.

That frozen gait, as if by no longer moving

you have rendered yourself invisible.

But I clocked you, Brockley fox,

pricked scent of tart stench,

deft, dull red coat, sleek in motion,

scuttling off Hilly Fields to your usual haunt,

the run by the side of the house

to the dark forgotten back gardens,

where you can have your run of the avenue

yet choose to congregate behind a garage

in the tumble of bushes and lawn,

screeching, guffawing and crying,

howling as sex is played and fought for.

I am woken in the middle of the night

by an orgy of wild animal cries

that would wake the dead,

a symphony of cry wolf dramas,

over the top, operatic, communal balletic

dance, fight, play, display, circus, gavotte,

punch up, fornicating nocturnal nuptials,

kings of the night, the hills and holes of Brockley

conquering your territory, wild with lust and lechery

lasting for the eternity of one night’s debauchery

as though nothing shall ever be the same again.