A lonely tower

Stares at another,

An unblinking reflection,

Swarmed by birds,

A ruined art piece. A nightmare.

 

But it wakes up.

The Autumn leaves

Still litter the lake.

Quietness drowns out

A man-made intrusion.

Reproduced with the kind permission of Aryan Kaul

This month we are pleased to feature another poem from Aryan Kaul, a friend of the Garden.  While inspired by the area around Brent Reservoir, one can see the landscape of the Barbican Estate reflected in its lines. 

Wednesday gardening sessions are once again suspended while Tier 4 restrictions remain in place.  We continue to be unable to run Health and Safety Inductions for new members at this time.

Above: One of the Barbican towers looms over the Garden

Above: Concrete buildings of the Barbican Estate