Chill-out tunnel

I pass through the chill-out tunnels twice each day, to and from work. They connect Waterloo Station with the IMAX cinema and Waterloo Bridge. In the morning, an accordionist plays tunes in one of the tunnels - this morning he was playing what sounded like the theme tune to Wallace and Gromit. There are lines of poetry on the walls of the first tunnel, though I only ever catch a few lines, but I've found it the interweb and discovered that it was written specifically for the Waterloo underpass:

Eurydice
I am not afraid as I descend,
step by step, leaving behind the salt wind
blowing up the corrugated river,

the damp city streets, their sodium glare
of rush-hour headlights pitted with pearls of rain;
for my eyes still reflect the half remembered moon.

Already your face recedes beneath the station clock,
a damp smudge among the shadows
mirrored in the train's wet glass,

will you forget me? Steel tracks lead you out
past cranes and crematoria,
boat yards and bike sheds, ruby shards

of Roman glass and wolf-bone mummified in mud,
the rows of curtained windows like eyelids
heavy with sleep, to the city's green edge.

Now I stop my ears with wax, hold fast
the memory of the song you once whispered in my ear.
Its echoes tangle like briars in my thick hair.

You turned to look.
Second fly past like birds.
My hands grow cold. I am ice and cloud.

This path unravels.
Deep in hidden rooms filled with dust
and sour night-breath the lost city is sleeping.

Above the hurt sky is weeping,
soaked nightingales have ceased to sing.
Dusk has come early. I am drowning in blue.

I dream of a green garden
where the sun feathers my face
like your once eager kiss.

Soon, soon I will climb
from this blackened earth
into the diffident light.

Sue Hubbard

Had a great day, ending quite nicely with a few drinks with Si and F at the local pub.