BLUE DANUBE

"...This used to be the bridge. You rode out here at full moon.
Halfway across the hansom cab put on the brakes.
It was built by Adam Clark in the Age of Reform
Above the arches seagulls used to oscillate.
Then so many suicidal leant against the railings
Now the suicidal lie below water with the balustrade.
A cold wind cuts through the tunnel
And its fingers stroke the hair of the dead..."

The ballad of Mel and Colin? Maybe. Just that I can never cross the river without these lines springing to mind and feeling the tug of the dangerous attraction that is the undertow. Every river crossed, an affirmation.

Oh well. Back on Saturday. Cheerio.