Monday, December 5, 2011

Reminder

My contribution deviates from the George Tooker painting

MAGPIE TALES

REMINDER

A memory brought back into focus,
Vividly.
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We were young,
We were in love,
We were going to Paris.
What could be more romantic?
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Britain was drab
In the nineteen-fifties,
Still struggling after The War.
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The Paris of our dreams
Was vibrant,
Colourful,
Dreamy,
Full of bird-song
And the heart-beats of lovers.
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We arrived.
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Immediately
We caught the Metro.
(Was it called that?)
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What an anti-climax!
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The carriages were full of 
Damp,
Beige,
Downcast,
Servile-looking people
Going to work.
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No Romance!
No Lovers!
No Eternal Spring!
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Our holiday improved.
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But I shall never forget 
The disappointment.
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DAWN FLUSH

The ceiling echoes
The pink flush of dawn outside.
I wake with new hope.
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1 comment:

Kathe W. said...

ah there will always be Paris- I like both poems!