Remember if you will…

Flinders Lane stands still…
beneath a crop of clouds
that muster and cluster
to the fluster of passing crowds.

Flinders Lane stands still…
wet with puddling pools
that splish and splash
to the slash of roadside tools.

Flinders Lane stands still…
fixed to concrete boots
that guide the stride,
the rim and ride, of skates and scoots.

Flinders Lane stands still…
Remember if you will.

© Tim Grace, 16 February, 2020

To the Reader: As an ‘early bird’ poet, I’m often enamoured by the dawning of a day. On this occasion, my obstructed-view was from within a small dark room; framing a pedestrian glimpse of Flinders Lane. The essence of what I could see was a static street deriving its iconic status from a series of animated scenes – streetscape snippets. In this context, the idea ‘dawned’ that “Flinders Lane stands still…” as all-about the day reveals its character/s.

To the Poet: Giving emphasis to the context of Flinders Lane (standing still) was my challenge. Why write about another sleepy street struggling to awake from beneath a crop of threatening clouds? The pedestrian point was my mundane purpose; and so, the reminder “if you will” is the repeated beginning to each stanza: “Flinders Lane stands still” to be noticed for its constancy. It’s there today, as it will be tomorrow – and that’s important.