battersea

Be part of creating a biography of SW11 written by the people who live, work and visit Battersea. Take the places, people and history of Battersea as your inspiration, but your poem doesn't have to be about SW11, so a poem inspired by Clapham Junction might be about a journey, for example the poem TOURISTS below. BATTERSEA POEMS will be launched at the SW11 Literature Festival, and the best poems will then be selected by a panel led by Apples and Snakes, to be published in a printed anthology.

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Battersea park an oasis of beauty in a busy,bustling place.Choose activities of the sporting kind or choose to relax and just unwind.
OLD BATTERSEA. The things I most remember about Old Battersea, was Mum shopping at Springers to get something for tea. The many different playground
Arrived for a stroll at Battersea Park The boat on the lake Mistook for the Ganji
A piece of me lies Pagoda-like my memories shining the indelible spot engraved on a bench where a truly beautiful woman sits.
THE WORLD NEEDS THERAPY The world needs therapy, the rich have become less vain, men cry and allow the 1930's woman to beat their brain, children are
A slice from breast to navel all white. Eyes are eastern, face brown and bright. Why did you make her this way? It doesn't seem right. Now it's just '
TIDAL THAMES Parsimonious rook Strolls Head down Folding wings Turning flotsam Seeking juicy gems Leaving no stone Unturned
POWER STATION Vandalising Greed develops Hoodlam cons U Stand Incorruptible
DAWN PARK Grey mist Sifts 'n' shifts Lilac dawn Soft rain Scents earth Stillness
House creaks under foot. Love, between the Commons, makes home sing beneath toes.
MOURNING LAKE Silent ritual Kneeling Man Sets his rod Spreads his net Knots 'n' baits Casts his line ... 1 of 2
MOURNING LAKE ...Attending Squirrel Flicking his tail Four swans To see Solitude within Electronic beep 2 of 2
WAITING Train delays Urgent plays Mind stays Engaged Not moving Freezing Fingers Numbed With frustration
ON THE BUS A baby screams with every breath: a woman phone-talks with all her breath. Are these events connected? She ends, the baby stops. Seems so.
Spring in the park brings beauty to our hearts, because the birds come along while singing their song. Then we know it wouldn't be long before summer
Walls of poisoned past: Stand tall until the last. Forestall this new age dawning modern-art so, so, appalling Forgive your fallen sibling
Walls of poisoned past Standing tall until the last Forestalling new age dawning Modern 'art' so, so, appalling Forgive your fallen sibling Stand
Battersea Girls. Chatter, chatter, chatter, Noise, noise, noise. Fashion, fashion, fashion, Boys, boys, boys. by Andrew Weston.Webb (c)2009
the junction. Fire red sky streets empty standing on junction clay the clock face aloof timing the history of sw11 Through neon lights of irony. Londo
Oh Battersea, Oh to See, Four Towers of White, Agleam with Light. To behold this Sight, My soul takes Flight and Never will this fortress Crumble!

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