London Grey - Diane Scantlebury

London grey,
Charcoal smudge clouds
Suspend heavy,
Hover over dark tiled roofs,
Row upon row
Of grim brick houses
Line damp, car choked streets,
Everything is dull
And grey,
Soul sapping,
London grey,

Sad and grubby,
Limp inhabitants
Drag their tired feet,
Dark shoulders hunched
Against the rain,
The rain that won’t stop
Until the gutters overflow
And deep puddles form,
To drench pedestrians
As cars speed and aquaplane by,
And all is grey,
London grey.

Diane Scantlebury