Camden Town Blog
The Fan (a Camden poem)
April 2, 2010Today’s Camden poem is inspired by yesterday’s crazy weather and the Kentish Town Forum...
I love you in five degrees and under,
in sleeping bags curled against the cold
in sleeping bags curled against the cold
A Brazillian in Brondesbury (a Camden poem)
April 3, 2010Today's Camden-inspired poem is called A Brazillian in Brondesbury. You work it out...
And now, she said, my darling.
Now, my darling, you pray.
Katie Keys is Poet in Residence at Camden Town Unlimited's Collective. To see more of her work, go to www.twitter.com/tinylittlepoems
At Canal's Edge (a Camden poem)
April 4, 2010I love Camden Lock, particularly where bridge crosses the canal at Kentish Town Road. In any kind of decent weather, the island in the middle of the two working locks is packed with groups of the too-cool – eating market noodles and baring themselves to the pale London sun and stares of passers-by – and loved-up couples lying in each other’s laps, with the sound of the water all they can hear.
Today’s Camden-inspired poem is about them...
The cobble and concrete and black-jean warmth
Goodge Street Station (a Camden poem)
April 5, 2010Today's Camden poem is inspired by my first day in London, my first ride on the tube, and the memory of the first moment I emerged - jetlagged and blinking - into the pre-dawn Mornington Crescent grey...
And this is Goodge Street.
Gooooooodge, he draws
it out, the sound, all teeth
and smile and beard.
It's nice to be here.
Katie Keys is Poet in Residence at Camden Town Unlimited's Collective. To see more of her work, go to www.twitter.com/tinylittlepoems
Guitar? Memory? Who's idea was this anyway?
April 5, 2010On the 134 (a Camden poem)
April 6, 2010As it looks like Spring is finally here (shhhhh, don’t say it too loud), here’s one last tiny little Camden poem about riding the bus in the London winter...
Thin-hipped, thick jowelled and folded over
her bandaged hand and too-big coat,
her shopping cart with one wrong wheel,
she rides the 134 from Camden Town
in 4 degrees to home.
her bandaged hand and too-big coat,
her shopping cart with one wrong wheel,
she rides the 134 from Camden Town
in 4 degrees to home.
The Wedge Card Newsletter that was sent forth on this day to fight the power.
April 6, 2010 
Hello there my dear friends. I hope this finds you well and not struggling as I am from the four day holiday. For me it's just long enough to relax into things, and today has seen me completely discombobulated as I try to make sense of the office based world once more.
Euston via Bank (a Camden poem)
April 7, 2010Today’s Camden poem is about being a foreigner in London...
A woman in a rush, a puff
of black mac coat flies off
of black mac coat flies off
her back; leaps in the doors
before they close at Euston.
before they close at Euston.
I got on the wrong train,
she laughs out loud, at Camden
but the seven other people
sitting there don’t care.
she laughs out loud, at Camden
but the seven other people
sitting there don’t care.
On Hampstead Heath (a Camden poem)
April 8, 2010I spent last weekend wandering round Hampstead Heath (or at least the mud-pit that remained in the wake of the Easter fun-fair).
Today’s Camden poem is inspired by the Heath in its usual pristine condition...
On Hampstead Heath, beneath Parliament Hill
the scent of summer comes off the grass,
a kite’s long tail makes circles in the air
the scent of summer comes off the grass,
a kite’s long tail makes circles in the air
Cape of Good Hope (a Camden poem)
April 9, 2010Today is Day 9 of blogging one Camden-inspired poem each day. Here’s one in honour of the newly-shy sunshine and a return to long evenings drinking beer outside...
At the Cape of Good Hope on Albany Street
we sit outside in the March-pale sun
getting splinters in the backs of our thighs
and our hands pint-glass water logged
we sit outside in the March-pale sun
getting splinters in the backs of our thighs
and our hands pint-glass water logged
