Unfair charm and rakish hat
Their powers known too well
Offering jocund morsels that
Would mirth and heart soft swell
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A dashing turn, a float of cape
Brazen in the London night
Beckoning on to such a place
That sobriety blushing slights
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Where the top-hat flips to show
A parade of tigers in its depths
A barouche beneath cape’s billow
Of shadowy, colossal breadth
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Hand to mouth fading faraway
In the beat of the London night
Gloves to snap, to drum and play
From stoop to chimney heights
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Broad smile going Cheshire
For the neon tubes so bright
For the satyrs and their fires
Chasing ghouls and dragonflies
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And falling to the void between
The laughter’s rolling beat
A pillow of sleep on which to lean
Until stone lies under cheek.
© 2012 Elizabeth Cook
Reblogged this on yasniger and commented:
“That sobriety blushing slights”………..
Thanks for the re-blog! 🙂
My pleasure.. keep up the good work
Beautiful and so well written!
Thank you, I’m glad you liked it!
Nice job, Lily. Sounds like exams went well??
Paul
Haha no, actually, I have one more tomorrow – I came back to WordPress a little early 🙂 This is purely imaginary! I would really like to go to London though.
Lily
Just awesome….
Haha thanks!
😉