Thursday, 13 June 2013



He peeks over buildings to keep a

watchful eye over his child, his pride, his place.

His colour changes with the days that go by,

grey when the northern winters preside

mousey brown in summer months.

His clothes, his hair, his face, all the same hue,

change with the weather. Grey’s smiles

seen for miles, glimpsed from over Eldon square

seen anywhere, but stand close to him

and you might miss his head and long steady neck,

elevated, craning. Father figure Grey,

he stands before you, everyone, caring.

You glimpse only the slightest part,

his toes over the edge of his throne of art.

  © Caitriona Hansen

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