So on my OU Creative Writing course, we’re currently on the poetry module. After reading the chapter on imagery last night, I formed following in my head while cycling to work this morning.
Crossing at Islington
Fluourescent honeybees on wheels
For electric flower’s red stamen
to turn green.
Some go too soon
Red flashes out its warning.
Angry metal birds roar down
And pick them off.
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