Poets Arise!
Spring in Nottingham
No bright sun , the bulbs are hiding,
Poets arise in the rain
Working people face the pain
Of another day
In suicide grey
Promises of warmth
Belie the slab square monotone
Poets arise through the murk
To chronicle those that lurk
Everyone washes
The colour of ashes.
Nondescript city
Blanketed in faceless quietude
Poets arise , rise with me,
Rise in company
We must find the light
Behind the drab white.
Let Summer come in
Bringing colours blazing and bold
Poets arise in brilliance
Build our resilience
Carnival day comes
Light night shines and hums.
Poets, Arise!
Gail Webb