The view From Parliament Hill (#stanza 9 of 9)

THE VIEW FROM PARLIAMENT HILL

Beneath this great lake
Lies once prestige real estate,
And if evoked with joyful coldness,
The once landed had become landless.
At night, those City towers no longer blaze wastefully.
When darkness falls, the only lights to see
Are those of buoys in warning,
Blinking and bobbing,
And channel- marking
Where it’s safe for daytime boating parties
And picture-taking touring barges
For navigating leisurely.

© RC CLERMONT 2017

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The View From Parliament Hill (stanza #8)

THE VIEW FROM PARLIAMENT HILL

 

Further still westward
Stand England’s symbols of Church and State;
The towers of the Minster Abbey
Wherein the nation’s monarchs were annoited
To Zadok chorals and vivat, vivat,
And, standing in propinquity,
The remnants, collapsed partially,
Of Pugin’s Parliament,
And, no longer extant,
The clock tower in arrest perpetually.
No more laws of enslavement
Or of Malthusian experiment.

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017

The View From Parliament Hill (stanza #7)

THE VIEW FROM PARLIAMENT HILL

A visual history tour can be taken.
In silent dignity
The upper structures of Wren’s Panthéon
Stand in an interpretation
Of Canaletto’s transportation
Of that great cathedral
To the Venetian Canal Grand.
One can espy
The Tower Bridge structures,
And Guilliaume’s keep prison.
Panning further west, one can wonder
At the finger of the communications tower.

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017

The View From Parliament Hill (stanza # 6)

THE VIEW FROM PARLIAMENT HILL

 

To a new generation –

Not having witnessed the inundation-

These now dead icons

Standing in the Basin

Is as if their construction

Had been on the instruction

Of a late vain-glorious tycoon,

And which now stand like follies

Upon a vast ornamental lagoon.

Ergo, it is adjudged, this vain exhibition

Belies the savage activity

That once occurred therein.

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017

The View From Parliament Hill (stanza #5)

THE VIEW FROM PARLIAMENT HILL

 

The Great Surge, the history

Calls it officially.

Gleefully, many see it differently;

The Great Transformation,

The Great Revolution;

Beyond the wildest imagination

As if Nature in symbiotic reply

Had answered anger and indignation,

As if in its own volition

Wrought a cataclysm

In a raging iconoclasm.

 

© RC CLERMONT 2017

The View From Parliament Hill (stanza #3)

THE VIEW FROM PARLIAMENT HILL (cont’d)

 

How menacingly they once loomed

Above the metropolis;

Some believed that these totems

And the hard-faced demi-gods

Within trading instruments

Could harness the power

Of the Universe.

Now no-one holds such dreads

As one observes the waterfowl

And the gannets and the gulls squalling and wheeling

And nesting among those titanic skyscrapers

Or bobbing nonchalantly in their lees.

 

RC Clermont 2017

The View From Parliament Hill – Commentary

My latest post, The View From Parliament Hill, was first developed as an idea in the Spring of 2017. Many will be familiar with Parliament Hill, either via images, films, television, or having walked in Parliament Hill Fields, from where there is a panoramic view of London and the capital’s towering landmarks. Indeed, over the past decade, further skyscrapers have proliferated in the cityscape and have occluded, arguably, a once serene vista.

In this age of austerity, following the crash of 2008 – from which followed the promulgation of macro-economic policies  directly or indirectly against the ninety-nine per cent to defray the malfeasance of the one per cent. The towers in the City of London were, and are, symbols of the defective capitalistic model that wrecked the livelihoods of the many. Indeed, London has become an off-shore haven for overseas finance and property investors, making the nation’s capital a febrile and unaffordable place to live and work.

This poem imagines a future when major event causes a transformation, not a revolution, but something unstoppable. Some may see it as dystopian, others as transformative. The reader will be able to conclude for themselves what that event will be.

This poem of nine stanzas was written months before hurricane season [2017] in the Caribbean and Gulf of Mexico. I considered it timely to publish extracts here.

This poem is  ‘free verse’, and though there are rhymes, pararyhmes, assonances and consonances within stanzas, there is no fixed rhyme scheme or metre.

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I have previously written haiku/senru, tanka and a series ‘Posted Notes’. Please refer to previous posts on my page. My ‘haiku’ verses are part of my ‘Reflections’ series, which are available at Amazon.