Brighton Burble

Poetry. Townscape, merriment, regret and the
oddity of it all. (Paintings shown here do not
appear in the published book).

‘To defend myself, I was fashioned by Nash
To rejoice in his Lambeth charm –
Though my heart is aligned to H. Holland’s design
And my soul is a marshland farm.’

~ ‘Celebrity’

‘Savouring
Urban splendour, one wants to say
As ravishing as anything in Russia.’

~ ‘Snow’

‘The first and last
Of a home life
With wood, field, flint,
Chalk and the ocean channel.’

~ ‘Frank Bridge’

‘The pungency of concrete and crowd’s roars.
A performance of mine, drowned by the sound
of snores.’

~ ‘ “Give It Some Oomph” ‘