Poem 778 – Winter Lights

Amongst Canary Wharf’s tall colonnades
we pause, transformed by dancing neon lights.
These bright kaleidoscopes of colour cause
the crowd in awe to stop and forget the world;
until the world joins in. The moon, full glow,
erupts to snatch the glory and the night.

Just back from a wonderful evening exploring the annual Winter Lights
(31.01.26)

© Ben Quant 2026

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