Wild Things , Madeleine Last

Shhh. Listen
Do you hear?
Through the engine roar
and railway shudder
The city spill
of shuffle and laughter
There is a gentle whisper

Look down.
Through cracks in grey concrete
Slabs of shoe slap,
straight line joinings
and up against
flaking houses
She grows

Out from the static places
She rises
comes to tickle your talus
and
beckons affection
She will always outgrow
Concrete.


In a flash of vibrancy.
Like with the pavement
and the houses
She penetrates my heart -
sometimes grey and
sometimes flaking.

She draws fierce the embers
from within.