the air in Richmond
is thick with the ghosts of kings
— wealthy, powerful
human beings — otherwise
exactly the same as me

I love Richmond, especially the Royal Park — which figured in my dreams last night, though I don’t remember much detail except that Sir David Attenborough was somehow involved. It came back to me, awake, that Sir David actually does live in Richmond. Back at the beginning of this summer, I spent an enjoyable day out with my partner’s family in Richmond Park. This poem is a simple tribute to a place that I love. At the same time however, there’s a note of uneasiness. And there always is that uneasiness, somehow for me, whenever I go to Richmond. It feels too privileged.


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