Geolocation
I forget where I’m going again. Stop dead
at your ping in the crowds of Waterloo station,
not quite under the clock.
Your message from Kyiv:
I think about what you’ve written,
Talking with you in my head.
*
Was the demonstration
Downing Street or Trafalgar Square?
I wander past a hospital.
*
‘Shelter our skies! Shelter our skies!’
‘Stop Putin! Stop the war!’
I’ve found the right end of the road.
It’s a busy day for protests.
That me in your head, does she talk back?
*
I never quite cry.
A rocket strikes a nursery.
Ping –
searing footage just in from the warzone:
a ladybird climbing your finger.
*
‘Platform nine for the six oh four to…’
Where on earth
do all these people think there is to go?
Anna Bowles
Anna Bowles is a freelance editor and activist who divides her time between London and east Ukraine. She began writing poetry in response to Russia’s full-scale invasion and has been published in Magma, Orbis, Poetry Salzburg, The Four-Faced Liar and others, as well as placing in a number of regional competitions. Read more at annabowles.substack.com.
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