Blog 16: Brighton Wheel

Have done a quick edit of one of the train poems, this one I wrote about the big Wheel in Brighton, where we stayed was nearly directly opposite, so I became quite aware of it and took many snaps of it in different moods. I kind of was thinking of Graham Greene’s Brighton Rock novel also in writing this.


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Brighton Wheel and the Pier


A huge nought pulling in

cash flow, a trickle on damp days

On sunny a steady stream.


At night a boy gets on,

Funnels his stare through the glass,

His life, a dropped stone


Zeros rippling; he is

hoisted on a steady ring

Of electric light on a steel orbit.


Hooping his way past the carousel

To the ride that will turn him upside down

His body a flipping coin.


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