Poem 820 – The British Museum

Bewildering corridors disorien-
tate,
cause us to lose all sense of
direction, anchor in time and place.
Down
ancient rabbit holes we
plunge, exploring other
worlds. Past
sarcophagi
and samurai
we twist
and turn
until
a burst of light and space
and caffeine smells and shops
and tripping out into
a parallel dimension,
full of busy streets
and bulging bright red buses.

Had a lovely time today exploring the wonders of the British Museum with friends. What an amazing place.
(14.03.26)

© Ben Quant 2026

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