Sunday, 15 June 2014

the Sunday Posts 2014/After the Lunch.

On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes,
The weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I’ve fallen in love.

On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing. You’re high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?

On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You’re a fool. I don’t care.
The head does its best but the heart is the boss —
I admit it before I am halfway across.

Wendy Cope.
Photo By Alistair.


Yamini MacLean said...

Hari Om
aawwwwwww, anniversary for you perchance? Hope this is looking to be a great week for you. YAM xx

Alistair said...

Thanks Yamini,
Not any special day, just a poem I liked when I found it. You have a great week too!

Indigo Roth said...

Hey Alistair! This is lovely and upbeat. Thank you! Indigo

Anonymous said...

I like this poem x

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