London Weekend Saver
It’s early.
Time to leave.
I go,
lay by your door an envelope,
sat shyly to one side and on the floor.
When you awake
you’ll take note, read,
not see me as remote and
feel glad, optimistic
and not sad that I have gone.
You sleep on
pillows of affection left behind.
Our shared time;
cherry blossom.
Regents Park picnics and Pelicans.
The Queens Gallery collection
viewed at three,
with free head phone talks.
Weekend rail-closures.
Walks.
Red-riding buses
with hoods up top.
Three, grace us with readings of
their poetry in pubs.
It’s all non-stop.
A river trip to Greenwich in the rain,
almost missed Nautical treasures at five
in painted pillared marbled halls.
Lightening on Primrose Hill.
Lost in sixties concrete,
found finches tuning base guitars; the Barbican.
Swan lake,
the Coliseum’s culture fill.
Champagne, flowers, dining in.
Gassed by Borough Market cooking beef.
Revived by veg’ and fruit and cheese but
bored by baubles’.
Starbucks for net-connections,
coffees teas.
At sunset,
crowded in the pod
watch lamplighters
flick switches underground
light bridges, towers, domes,
St Paul’s Westminster.
Like slow- sprinkled glitter
sparkling on spreading city air.
Seen from Peter Pan’s deep sky,
we celebrate this from
The London Eye.
‘Wordsworth’s reflecting river’s never still.
Dear God, his every building’s wide awake,
this mighty heart expressing all our will.’
The birthday visit list complete,
(no wonder you’re asleep).
Big heap of thank you.
And-
could we arrange another date to meet?