‘Outside the Turf Club, Piccadilly’: a poem by L Kiew


    Outside the Turf Club, Piccadilly


There’s too much moustache
wax and pastel corduroy,
an excess of vetivers, Trumper’s
Extract of Lime, scads of green
Spanish leather, flush panelling and
Old Boys clinking club glasses,
dropping cigar ash, enjoying
genteel dereliction and discussions
of pelf, mud-fresh potatoes and
that day’s running at Ascot or Epsom –

And here we jostle, eyes down,
umbrellas up, clammy, clutching
Poundland bags and rattling tins.

The wind tags graffiti, scatters
our muttered syllables; pigeons
splatter on Range Rovers.

Someone jumps
the barrier and spray-paints


L Kiew

About L Kiew

A chinese-malaysian living in London, L Kiew earns her living as an accountant. She holds a MSc in Creative Writing and Literary Studies from Edinburgh University. She was longlisted in the 2019 National Poetry Competition and was a one of the 2019/2020 London Library Emerging Writers. Her debut pamphlet 'The Unquiet' is published by Offord Road Books.