A lover’s plea?

Along a street in the sky, A man, thirteen storeys up, Leaned over and sprayed: 'I love you will u marry me.’ The graffiti stays high above the city Visible for miles, Yelling at the top of its voice. Is it a lover’s plea? Now neon overlaps those words, Those words that were once Fading into the concrete. The note, now, depersonalised. This act of vandalism Transformed into an iconic landmark, A universal message Declaring the optimism of love.

Charlie John Pashley

Written during ThinkCreate, the Faculty of Arts and Humanities’ core interdisciplinary module.