Camden Town (25–27/08/17)

Chloe
Chloe
Aug 27, 2017 · 1 min read

as I ride the northern line

I see the Camden Town underground sign.

an iconic, familiar sight,

it welcomes me home: this feels right

walking down the street, I pass

run-down shops and market stalls,

big red buses and shoes coming out walls

all kinds of people walk the market and lock

everyone is welcome here

everyone can feel like this is their spot

land of London’s hipster youth

land of Doc Marten shoes and boots, baggy tees and dungarees,

tattoos and piercings, jeans with ripped knees

someday I’ll return in denim jeans and jacket.

wear my hair up to show my undercut

feeling edgy as fuck

the pull of Camden

makes me want to wear

things my mum wouldn’t choose

different hair, clothes and shoes

at Camden lock market

I find all types of food from cafés and stalls

next to shops full of books, clothes and more

every time I come back, I think

the best food in London is found on this canal shore

at lunchtime, it’s packed

it’s Britain, so people wait in queues

nine a.m. is much quieter

stallholders set up, whistling tunes

as I ride the northern line

and I see the Camden Town underground sign

that iconic, familiar sight

somehow it feels just right

and as the train pulls away,

I wonder if, perhaps one day,

for more than a day,

I’ll stay

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