Poetry

Issue #13

A lover’s plea?

Along a street in the sky,
A man, thirteen storeys up,
Leaned over and sprayed:
'I love you will u marry me.’

The graffiti stays high above the city
Visible for miles,
Yelling at the top of its voice.
Is it a lover’s plea?

Now neon overlaps those words,
Those words that were once
Fading into the concrete.
The note, now, depersonalised.

This act of vandalism
Transformed into an iconic landmark,
A universal message
Declaring the optimism of love.

Charlie John Pashley

Written during ThinkCreate, the Faculty of Arts and Humanities’ core interdisciplinary module.