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.
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.