Aluminium light

‘Aluminium light’-Viviene Hanna-Artt

The looms are closing in like the sea

Hundreds of threads surrounding me

The noise so loud

I can hear it at home

When I go to bed

I need peace and a pillow

Away from the clickety-clack in my head

New York

I stepped off the plane and glared at the lights

My eyes opened like touching jewels in the night

The buildings were so tall

People held out their hands to flag down cabs to invite

Then I had a ride on the subway

Studying a map

Some people were friendly

Some people were rude

It was busy and mad

Passion and dreams were all around

Thousands of people walking the town

Beeping horns and police car sirens

Ambulances and brave firemen

New Yorkers singing and dancing in the streets

Going to the theatre, taking their seats

Broadway and Manhattan

The place they say ‘Anything Can Happen’

There seemed to be anger and attitude

But lots and lots of gratitude

The arts and galleries were so inspiring

I got out my notebook and had a go at writing

You could buy delicious salads on salad bars

Hotdogs,bagels,pizza,keeping your eye out

For the famous,the stars

If you go to New York in the spring

It’s even more beautiful like a perfect ring

Yellow roses ,models taking poses

Everyone trying to get on the TV

Or queing on the steps of the Statue of Liberty

Going up the Great Empire State building

Watching your coffee cup filling

In an age of surplus clothes and trainers

Slimmers and weight gainers

Watching the screen for the great entertainers

And political campaigners

Portion sizes make me angry

Spending all your time in the pantry

Before you can drink you are starting families

I guess that makes me British

9/11 broke my heart,the World Trade Centre falling to the ground

To think when I was last there I was looking at prom gowns

I would love to go to Madison park

Even sing at Madison park,ride on a horse and cart

Do some drawing on Central park

Bloomingdales and Macys ,all kinds of faces

Expensive lip sticks for a boy’s kisses

We went to a jazz club but I preferred the English pub!

The romantic Rockafeller Centre,Christmas trees,

People going on shopping sprees

An ice ring,all twirling girls and boys

Gospel church joy

I wish I had seen Niagara Falls or wrote the music

For when some credits rolled

I worship David Letterman

He makes me smile

I’ve sat in the audience like a happy child

The magic of tourists taking photos,remembering John and Yoko

I saw a poster of Madonna

Lit some candles and prayed for the same honour

I love New York