More London ramblings.

London is a place of time travel. Turn a corner, as we tried to take a short cut and there was St. John’s Gatehouse, a fascinating building associated with Shakespeare, Hogarth, Dr. Johnson and Dickens. Travel down into the depths via endless escalators and you discover the amazing world of the London Underground. My thoughts:

Time travel exists:

Open a book and wander

Between the covers.

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Move from ‘was’ to ‘is’,

Travel from ‘now’ to ‘will be’,

Past, present, future.

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Eye contact on Tube,

Shy glances and distant smiles.

One leaves at next stop.

OR

Eye contact on Tube,

Shy glances and welcome smiles.

Two leave at next stop.

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One of the pleasures of London is the variety of eating venues. Two views now, the first on seeing a children’s party and the second looking out into the hotel’s garden while eating a delicious breakfast.

Coloured toy balloons

Dancing, excited children

Celebrate their birth.

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Squirrels chase on bark,

Upside down or right way up

Watch dawn’s shadows play.

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Leaving later on the last night, I was very much aware of a chill in the air. Winter was being more forceful.

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Breath becomes vapour,

Red blood metamorphs to blue,

Tangible coldness.

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So we left London and its wonders to return home where more of my thoughts required a fine tune. See these soon as well as other contributions from writer Paul.

 

 

 

 

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