Kensington

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I hear that green

Is the colour of envy.

How apt.

It is the same colour

Of the beautiful coat

That you seem to hate

Hate

Hate

Hate the buildings and sight

Of Kensington,

The prospect of wealth.

Earth does not revolve

On an axis of quiet colours,

Only green,

Greens, blues, and loud expressions

That

Bounce off

Off

With the reflections.

Kensington?

Kensington?

“Oy, mate, you off to Kensington?”

You crow,

Huddled in your drab existence,

As we walk

With ease and slickness

Along pavements…

Away…

From your boring drabble,

Seated in drab colours -

Drab, not ‘drag’, before

You can compare yourself

To fashion and entertainers

Who would love this coat.

Green,

Green and blue…

I probably would fit in

At Kensington…

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A poet that loves to express herself through pretty words and the occasional spooky tale 🌲☁️

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Erika Fischer-Laine

Erika Fischer-Laine

A poet that loves to express herself through pretty words and the occasional spooky tale 🌲☁️

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