If you were to close your eyes (providing it’s safe to do so ― that you’re not reading this while also crossing the road, or engaged in any other potentially ill-suited activities)…and imagine walking through the quiet of Bloomsbury…the Bloomsbury of midsummer 2020…what might you come across?
What might you discover as strange? What might you notice as beautiful?
What might strike you as perfectly mundane, within the multitude of aspects that bring life and notoriety ― the Bloomsbury that inspires?
The following poem explores these themes ― the strange, the beautiful, and the perfectly mundane ― inviting you to share in my experience of Bloomsbury; celebrating all of what makes up the square mile that felt like mine for a day…