Mabel Barker Huddleston: The Roof-Garden December 24, 2022 Briony Cox-Williams Since I lost my ancient wealth These are they that have nourished my life In this grotesque, grey desert of the town: The leaping up of flame; The widening of the sky at the corner of the street; The soft renewals of steam at the funnel’s lip, Rising, coiling, dissolving; White flowers of the roofs That in unfolding vanish.