My big sis Jacqui and I were about to wing our way to London… hard to believe a whole year has gone by!
So here’s the poem I wrote last year as part of my poetry course… god I love London!!!
London Times Two
The city, so busy
was making me dizzy
or it could have been the clonazapam,
that we took again,
with a little wine, then we slept, amen!
a day and a night
at that crazy height
half the world, on hold, slid past
until at last
terra firma . British soil, were we excited?
I’m inclined to say yes, but that’s a guess, we were just so tired
that we wept and slept.
But we woke anew, at 4am, we showered too
smelling sweetly of Britney Spears fantasy perfume,
we hit the streets, wallets stuffed with pounds
like hounds we sniffed out sights and sounds
of London waking and opening it’s doors
Oxford Street calling us, tongues on the floor
H&M first for a leather jacket
Marx and Sparx undies, 6 in a packet.
Next for a T-shirt, Gap for another
Lady Di on a key chain (that’s for our mother).
we watched those fella’s,
Black boots, shiny buttons
on red coats, resting weapons.
Through Saint James Park, to Westminster Abbey
a little peaky and somewhat sleepy.
Jet lag be damned! We would not waste a minute
coffee a deux, a trip to the loo, then straight back in it.
to look around
we hovered a minute, then paid the cost
and soon we were lost,
to other worlds where kings killed queens
and queens were mean
in places unseen
their wax figures trapped behind glass screens.
Darwin and Newton watched us leave,
a walk in the sun a short reprieve
from a schedule packed full
a slower pace, breathing space until
the eye filled the sky line.
London’s wheel of fortune for tourists to fly in.
But while her camera is in action,
you are my distraction.
For the views are those I saw with you
5 years ago, how time flew
like a cliche, we worked until we were cosy
loosing the urge to be nosey
to explore beyond our door, to stay as tourists
Yet still I am accosted
with memories fostered in scarves and jackets,
in crisp packets,
drawers of the forgotten
at the Tate Modern,
in the afternoon,
a walk in the snow,
a broadway show.
Todays sun shines
on different times
but thoughts of you will make me stronger
so I stay with you, a while longer.