So sharp in light
Behind polarised sheets.
Even the black ink seems to glint,
In the hot luminous air.
By the Castle buildings,
Red, yellow, green and blue,
Tourists are spewed out the gangway
into the grand weekend.
The columns bustle, blinded;
Squinting at their hands,
Amongst the patter of kid’s soles.
“Keep off the Grass”.
And through these lenses
Everything is pristine in blue;
As the clouds develop like dollops of cream,
Floating on the surface of our Earth.