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Be part of creating a biography of SW11 written by the people who live, work and visit Battersea. Take the places, people and history of Battersea as your inspiration, but your poem doesn't have to be about SW11, so a poem inspired by Clapham Junction might be about a journey, for example the poem TOURISTS below. BATTERSEA POEMS will be launched at the SW11 Literature Festival, and the best poems will then be selected by a panel led by Apples and Snakes, to be published in a printed anthology.

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Summer in battersea park picnics and cricket and two names in bark.
The Thames at Battersea sucked back from its muddy grey gums, revealing splintered canines of rotting timber, crumbling stone molars, chewed up refuse
Battersea As a child Battersea seemed to me a most mysterious place combining two of my favourite things batter, which wrapped the weekly offer
Battersea As a child Battersea seemed to me a most mysterious place combining two of my favourite things batter, which wrapped the weekly offer
All good kids go to heaven, But what do you do while you're waitin'? Why, you visit the coolest place around, and that's SW11
There's nothing better than Scrambled eggs and ham In Out of the Blue Where brunch is a true Work of art.
The power station on the Thames'/ Original means had met an end/ When a Pink Floyd album cover did give rise/ To a porcine shadow on the river's tide.
ICONIC INDUSTRY The power station on the Thames' Original means had met an end When a Pink Floyd album cover gave rise To a porcine shadow on the rive
The Thames close by, homes low and high, window boxes, sometimes foxes! Restaurants, bars, buses and cars, it’s what I see, in Battersea. Tisha James.
BFG (Battersea's Friendly Giant) I live under The shadow of A big Sleeping Giant He lies there Asleep and waiting For a fellow to come And tickle...
his feet Saying "Come now giant Arise from your sleep!" And d'ya know who I think That person cou
wedding party at the Masons Arms many a boxer among them, the tell-tale ears part of their charms.
Battersea Power Station: once generation, now inspiration.
A crow killed a baby pigeon on Latchmere Rd, I looked away- am not a fan of natures frankly brutal code - such savagery on Latcmere Rd
Latchmere Road Slow train rumbles alongside. House shakes, saircase quakes, o rail we love and loathe you
Elspeth Road The sign forbids feeding pigeons. The pecking birds her only friend; how to stop when whey day her loneliness deepens.
Deeper and deeper into the park, a trail of crumbs her only way to safety after dark.
Battersea Park: Painted ladies, carriages, servants and babies, thoroughbreds mutts and dandies plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose : // Send FRE
Take-Aways on Battersea Rise after midnight, and conversation no matter how trite, is a ritual of friendship remembered
No working class on Nortcote rd, we can cook and clean and empty a bin, but the street has long been cleansed of our kin.

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