The Albert Memorial
Pharaoh-like, golden, seated on a throne
Within that high pavilion wrought by hands
Heavy, Victorian (George Gilbert Scott),
The dead Consort surveys his dream: a land
Of learning – Albertopolis museums,
Offshoot of that other vision (crystal
Creation), British craft boasting to
Empire and world. Come, gaze at what we made.
Now, see that girl there on the grass in front
Of the memorial: striving almost
As Albert would have wished – trying hard
To do a handstand. Up; two seconds’ thrust
And then she’s down. So up again. A split
Second longer this time. Kicks up once more,
Straightens her legs; holds still; unfolds back down.
Try on! Cry of a dead Consort’s stone lips.