London crowd at Euston
London - The Thames at sunset
A vision on the 73 Bus
(Lady and the electric cockroach)
Sweaty Tuesday
On a dusty Hackney street
A red bus panting heavily
Growls along the road
In my sun scorched corner
Of a London bendy bus
Euston bound
Watching you
And you are sleeping
Baby sleeping
So peacefully
On your husband’s shoulder
A thousand miles
From the pain
The grime
The electric cockroach
London
Fizzing in splendour
Of neon and gold
In your dreams…
The gleam of a cobalt sea
A squabble of parrots in the trees
And the waft of lemons
As you walk through the orchard grove
Sweaty Tuesday
August haze of rotting rubbish
Three offices cleaned
Three Camden houses to go
Ssh!
She is sleeping
Deep sleeping
Peace sleeping
On her husband’s shoulder
Lady
In the bower where you slumber
A thousand roses bloom
Twine across the seatbacks and exhale
The incense of our lost Eden
Lady
Carpets of Persia caress your feet
And stained glass throws
Motes of azure, of madder, of green
Lady
In your pain and tiredness
In your scented bed of honeysuckle
Let me and seven Angels
Sing thee sweetly to your rest.
- Michael Fellowes 2010