A poem about the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee

A free England


Dragged along by sails of red and gold

The wild, grey river surges forward

Sensing the horizon

Lost behind the mist and rain,

The shadows of so many bridges.


A fleet of a thousand ships

Trapped between granite banks

The leaden weight of history

Has thrown out an angle to catch the sea,

The wide and restless sea

Calling them from the estuary.


Along the Thames the fleet flies

Brightening the gloomy day.

The boats bob up and down

The waves froth and swirl treacherously

Barks and canoes dip under waves…

Currents tug and pull them up and on,

On past the Tower of Big Ben,

Past the South Bank meandering like a drunken reveler,

Laughing, singing and clinking glasses

On a cubic, crazy, barren shore.

Past the London Eye beaming down radiantly,

Past the St Paul’s, the Anchor pub,

The worn steps leading up to Threadneedle street

The Bank of England and the City of London,

Financiers of Glaxo Smith Kline,

And past the wretched tenements of Southwark.


Undaunted, the fleet sails on

Beneath the arms of London Bridge raised in a stiff salute

Leaving all the city’s monuments behind,

Far, far behind,

Melting in the prism of raindrops.

The fleet speeds on

And on towards the open sea.



To an England without a corrupted monarchy

The Queen and her side kick Philip

wolves tearing into the sheep

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