Albert, Prince Consort, sat upon his throne,
Resplendent in gold, gazing for eternity
At the passing seasons, as leafy avenue
Gives way to autumn burnish and winter’s cold
And beyond, at first, the vault of heaven soared,
But then a hundred years passed, it needed something more,
So London raised a mighty wheel
To turn with the seasons, a watchful eye,
But then a spear was raised behind,
Barbed and barbarous, impaling the sky,
By Capital for the capital to make its mark on time,
And Albert watches that time go by,
As leaves float and fall, land and die.
The Albert Memorial, in Hyde Park, is a rather impressive structure. The view from it has changed a great deal in my lifetime, as has the London skyline. When I was young the London skyline was dominated by monuments raised for the public – St. Paul’s Cathedral, the Houses of Parliament, the Millennium Eye – and there were few buildings over ten storeys. Now it is covered in buildings for large private companies, such as the Shard, built not for the public benefit – or even aesthetics – but to make a mark on the city. As those of you who have followed this blog for a while may be able to tell, this sort of thing does not make me especially overjoyed, even if it is more of the times than I am told I am!
The Hapless Neo Romantic