At its highest point
the sea deposits its gifts
in long rows to dry
by Scooj
At its highest point
the sea deposits its gifts
in long rows to dry
by Scooj
Secretary of
State for the environment,
I don’t believe you.
by Scooj
Commentary on a speech made by Elizabeth Truss on 14 October, entitled Open Environment.
Dusk comes early now
and bats flutter, fattening
for Winter slumber.
by Scooj
A blocking high sits
obligingly overhead
warming Autumn hearts.
by Scooj
Ocean worn timbers
braced for October storms and
surging tides of sand
by Scooj
In loft apartments,
a gift from former tenants;
perfect hexagons
by Scooj
Stinking death and rot,
by association you
haven’t got a chance
by Scooj
I pretty much walked past this small poster, but stopped in my tracks and took a closer look.

This is a really interesting wheatpaste by an artist called ’23 Magpies’. I think the artist is based in Gloucester, given that most of the works I can find are from there. My guess is that this was posted up during Upfest 2015, as it is only a short walk away from North Street. I have not been able to find out much about the artist, but some other works are shown here.
6.5/10
In a hundred years
will we be thought of as the
thieves of their future?
Scooj
Summer’s last hurrah
new leaves unfurl, unprepared
for September’s chill.
by Scooj