by Livia Regen

Big, noisy place
in sounds, sights, smells

To you I turned
to travel a little
Closer to myself

You are expected to be bright at night
People are
in front of bars
called pubs
Sipping their pints of ale

But I found
there’s so much left
of old times
19th-century mood
A bit of Sherlock Holmes
on some corners

And those street lamps
letting the streets
glow dimly

Here, I find myself
Travelling back
In a place
where I intended
to travel forth.

Livia is a student of English and Environmental Sciences, a head in the clouds, the feet not yet rooted. Collecting words and combinations of words and using poetry as a way of encapsulating whole stories in a few words – serving as a memory aid.