Friday, February 06, 2015

25 Edge Hill Poets: Christine Riaz

Christine Riaz

Martins Bank Building

As I walk up Water Street

The wind blows off the river

A paradox: that to move forward in space and time

I must cast my mind


From where I stand outside Martins Bank

Doors carved in bronze verdigris

I picture you finishing for the day:

exit only from the right, down the steps.

Or, did you use the other door out

onto Exchange Flags

where the brass letterbox

has one hinge broken?


The pavement that surrounds this building

is a palimpsest.

I would willingly kneel here -

scratch this surface for the tiniest trace.