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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, April 17, 2011

London Daydream

image courtesy of James Rainsford





Touchdown at Heathrow
London love affair is born
Oxford aspirations
West End wishes
Topped with chocolate sponge pudding
 Her rural southern roots
Confine her
Like a prisoner in a tower
She dreams of escaping Underground
To emerge speaking the Queen's English
"Stop"? 
Oh no. She's just beginning.


submitted for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry
also for Poetry Potluck-Favorite Things

22 comments:

dustus said...

Thanks for taking part in One Shoot today! Never been to London. Perhaps this summer when I'll go visit Pete Marshall of OSP. Always wanted to go. As with your poem, sounds like a place of dreams with much to see. Excellent, vivid transformation of a young lady breaking out of bucolic confinement to emerge as citified royalty.

Elaine said...

Nice...I was wondering if anyone was going to do the London Undergroud. Nice Write! Mind the gap!!!

Fireblossom said...

Mind the gap, girl.

I thought I recognized the London tube in this one.

lynnaima said...

ha! New discoveries, how wonderful, so many new things to get into, yes don't stop :)
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/04/17/i-am-the-story/

booguloo said...

I like it and there is quick illusion that the escalator was moving. smiles

JamieDedes said...

Bravo! I like this so much. What fun ...

I love subways ... Poem on and happy Potluck, Lola.

Danielle Mari said...

Nice work! A perfect spot to pick for a suffocated protagonist.

Rachel Hoyt said...

I flew through there once but have not been to the city. I am craving a european excursion though... my brother lives abroad, so there is always a good excuse for a trip. :) Beautiful poem.

My pantry poem: <a href="www.rhymemeasmile.blogspot.com/2010/12/giggle-worthy-goals.html”>Giggle Worthy Goals</a>

Olivia said...

That's very neat indeed.. oops! I missed reading this earlier.. What a clever take!

Many Hugs Dear One xxx

M. A. S. said...

MY favorite part:

Her rural southern roots
Confine her
Like a prisoner in a tower

I got lost in Heathrow. Ended up having a warm beer and a wet sandwich with an Australian guy.

jessicasjapes said...

I like this! Queen's English? Does it still exist here?!!! lol
The Oxford reference is spot on, glad you didn't put Cambridge...

http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2011/04/18/my-favourite-things-not/

signed...bkm said...

Nice...the London underground and the West end...so much love to be sought here...nice...bkm

Someone is Special said...

Awesome.. Just begining? Great.. here is mine, ~ these are few of my favorite things ~

Someone is Special

Krislin Neo, Ting (Syracuse Pike) said...

Perfectly pen.. Yeah, that is just the beginning.. *wink*

Reflections said...

Wonders of places experienced through the eyes of another... such a special way to travel.

Mia said...

your poem makes me want to travel, to discover the wonders you described.

Lyn said...

There's always something new to discover..what a gift!!

teric said...

Sounds like a fun journey and the way to go.

dragonkatet said...

Ah, the poem goes so well with the picture - I've been overseas, but not to England, and I can relate to the southern roots seeming like chains...this was a fun romp. :) If you haven't been there, I hope you get to go! (And definitely escape to see the sights!)

fiveloaf said...

lovely! here's my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/22/springtide/

Kay said...

My goodness! Escalators give me vertigo. The poem and photograph are excellent. Thank you!

jacquezyon said...

Great poem, love the ending!