Jaunt

 

 

Child-like delight in finding vacant

top deck front seats, the panorama

of the cloud drama and enough sun

to make it feel like a holiday, jaunt

rather than another workaday ride home

 

as we leave the city behind lemon yellow

and pulsing blue breaks through dream/reverie

 

police in a cavalcade, six or seven Skodas

and three or four Judge Dread outriders

 

what now?

 

Unease replaces novelty

the Cool War on our very own doorstep

tv crews with microphones web the paths

of bewildered shoppers

 

some are limelight extraverts,

others, confused, not wanting

to be part of the spectacle

 

what now?

 

These days you tempt fate

by turning on your very own tv…

 

live pictures, the prime minister

doing/going (?) walkabout, familiar

landmarks visible behind her

 

she speaks the well-worn phrases

politicians save for these occasions

although I can’t judge, blame her

 

the news rolls, changes, goes

and tomorrow there will be different clouds

another sky-scape,

 

PM and crews packed up and gone.

 

 

 

Jonathan Chant
Illustration Nick Victor

 

 


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