Jennifer Funnell

The evening sound of the ice-cream van

stops me in my room,

and the dust in the air continues to fly

along with the pollen outside.

Three strangers walk down our road,

towards the pubs and shops and park,

the places I’ve wondered

with friends in the dark.

What are London’s Liver Birds?

The post boxes and lost cat ads,

the plants on balconies,

roof-extenders and canal drinkers.

I won’t live here in three months time,

and that’s just hit me now.

No more window open wide,

with incense drifting through.

I’ll treasure these moments from now until then,

and remember them with all and new.

And when I meet this feeling once again,

I’ll think of my attic room.

lots of love,

JEN xxx

p.s. i’ve been loving the lightning seeds recently, and i think i will for a long time! listen to Life’s Too Short by them if u want to feel inspired!