Wednesday 7 March 2018

Norway Poems: Bergan Street Art

Aloof, alone on his pillar
Stands a Bergan worthy, unseen
Twenty feet above eye level. 
His glories are not regarded now.
A notable on a lower plinth
Fails to make us stop also, his
Clothes, stance, history don’t connect. But
Ground level has more modern takes:
A scowling naked boy, an urn
In simple mosaic lines and
Framed in a McDonalds' doorway
Stands a stone loner, endlessly
Waiting, painfully real in boots
And a weary air of wistfulness.

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