Friday, April 24, 2015

WESTMINSTER BRIDGE REVISITED

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We are officially on the homestretch with this poem-a-day thing. Six left, after today's effort which is, as per the fine folk over at NaPoWriMo, to write a parody of an existing poem. So here's mine, with apologies to Wordsworth:



WESTMINSTER BRIDGE REVISITED


Cold, dank and miserable it seemed to be
as London buses scurried to and fro
an icy wind did from wretch’d Scotland blow
and run its freezing fingers over me.
Fog settled over town and from the sea
rain slithered through the fields that farmers sow.
The ugly tenement houses row on row
stretched far without redeeming pond or tree.
The famous sights:  St. Paul’s, Trafalgar Square,
the palaces, the subway and Big Ben
were gloomy looking, dirty, sure to rend
from hearts like mine what love was hiding there.
       Clutching the throat and blinding the eyes, the air
       moved stagnantly around the stagnant Thames.

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1 comment:

Caroline Woodward said...

Good one! Reeks of November to me!