Market Forces



Cold
wind.
Damp
rises
from 
the 
Lock.
No
place
today 
to
sell
tee
shirts.
Walk
down
street
and 
see
new
breed
of 
gargoyle.
Hanging
down 
above
shops
leather 
clad 
ladies
and
trainers.
Gothic
rules
and
holds 
sway
It's
subterranean 
wholesale
blues
wrapped
in
foil
trays
with
orient
savouries
from 
the
east
end.
We
are
in 
Camden
after
all.



Meanwhile in Cheltenham, it's time for the German Market.


Here is a little video for you to show more of the market.

video


Ck.

Comments

  1. Thanks for taking us with you and thanks for the poem . . .

    ReplyDelete
  2. it was cold at Camden and it seemed like following a trail to the stalls.

    Hence I wrote it in a step fashion.
    Glad you liked it.
    Ck.

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