Canterbury Uncovered

Monday evening

The bells bounce through the airwaves, clang like old cobbles being thrown at one another in the air

she picks up her feet to stop autumn from clinging to it, hums along the high street

ding dong ding ding ding dong ding ding

the bells dam dim ring ring duh-dah ring ring

past coffee sippers in blankets, smelling woodsmoke outside busy bars

a man with a lit-up glit-up boombox giggles as another strums a guitar

a group of students walk past eating pizza from one box, relishing the cheese and the flesh of it

it feels as though everyone has a corner

of the city tonight, a crust to tear off,

to delight in

If you would like to submit a poem about Canterbury to feature on the homepage, please email

Cover Photo: Lemn Sissay, Poet Laureate of Canterbury

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