Filmy ferns at Farringdon
Harts tongue and shuttlecock,
Clinging to the brickwork, nodding in the breeze
Brunette-haired beauty,
Gets on at Barbican
Doing her mascara with a swift, sure hand
Regimented white tiles
March across Moorgate
Unrelieved by posters, or warning signs
Catenaries of cables
Sinuous and serious
Line the walls of Liverpool Street, purple and red
At last arrive at Aldgate
Ancient city gate
Floral tributes, staircases and journey’s end