Poem by A.K.M
Bright, busy, noisy.
That’s what it used to look like at night in London
People walking in crowds, but now that memory is hazy.
A kaleidoscope of colours, red, yellow, green
Leading the path for exhausted workers to make their way home
People rushing past each other, now nowhere to be seen.
Bumping into each other, signs of carelessness, in a hurry
Walking past every street, looking into every house,
Each one telling a different story.
Taking tired steps towards their houses
Walking in and seeing the bright lit faces of their children
Eyes falling for the comfort of their spouses.
A sense of contentment when they see their mother
Coming home to cuddle up to beloved pets
Siblings fighting over the TV remote, arguing with one another.
Collapsing into warm beds, letting the duvet engulf them
The next day waiting the same routine.
This was it. This was their norm.
– Goldsmiths Student’s work, Spring 2021.