speak
their
arcane spells
weaving
the city
in chants
that cut through
the noise
of buses,
buskers, flocks
of japanese tourists,
rob
cab-drivers´ shouts
of their power
echoes
finally
becomes river-rocks
preserving the city´s magic
in stones
slivers on the beach
in the tide of the Thames.
Daniel Skyle © 2010
