In Trafalgar Square we sat,
young lovers on cold steps.
Pigeons swooped and swirled
and pecked around our feet.
There amidst the tourists,
the bird shit, and the
hastily scattered seed,
we only had eyes
for each other.
young lovers on cold steps.
Pigeons swooped and swirled
and pecked around our feet.
There amidst the tourists,
the bird shit, and the
hastily scattered seed,
we only had eyes
for each other.
(a true story.)
5 comments:
Thanks Deb. :-)
Funny, I've walked in Trafalgar Square with someone I once loved... how your words have given that day back to me.
Thank you for participating in the challenge.
Thanks Kerry. :-)
Yes, this challenge bought back similar memories for me too.
Sigh! You kids remind me that romance does, in fact, exist Somewhere Out There. Beautiful poem........love among the pigeons........
Sherry, romance is always alive! :-)
Though this memory was from nearly 25 years ago - gulp, that has made me feel old. lol
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