162: bright night

I swear

this city never sleeps

the Shard

cuts into the clouds behind me

the Gherkin on my wall

spirals up and up and up

piercing the skyline

drilling a hole in the heavens

St Paul's stately symmetry

lit warmly from below

gleams across the Thames

meanwhile the National

sends technicolour dream-light

dancing down the river

and I follow its path

and turn my head

to meet the gaze of the London Eye

in infinite rotation

turning through the night

accumulating light

big, blue and buzzing

murmurs of neon red

but white outshines them all

switched on and on

and on again

this empire will not fall

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Written by: Millie Bysh

Instagram: @leoninepixie

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