Embankment was written by Math Jones on the banks of the Thames in a moment of high emotion. The Victorian stonework narrows the river, forcing the water to run faster, deeper perhaps; for all its solidity, the Embankment is shifted.
This river's slapping at the steps, And each paff! sends a breaking spray Escaping from the flow into a sky.
Lower steps are riddled green, and corner-smooth. Some are cracked. The upper rungs have been dislodged and won't go back.
I'm a blend of trauma-still and rapid-splash. I want the soft of mainstream-push; This tiding by the bank, scraping by the bed,
Does no-one well. Involuntary As the break of water on a step, My curled stone hit by unrelenting swell.