On Henrietta Street
The children howl, the house is hell
you close your eyes to cast that spell
Rising high above the endless squabbles
to meet me down upon those sodden cobbles
The rain and fog are gently taunting
your white shirt billows, opaque and haunting
On Henrietta Street…
Two hundred stairs, do I descend
with full-beam smile to my treasured friend
These precious moments, we get to steal
An ancient fantasy finally made real
In the fiercest kiss, our tongues are twisted
fingers together, the curse of adulthood is lifted
On Henrietta Street…
[2023]
Tom
Thu 7th Dec 2023 09:20
Thanks Greg. I've been trying to write a few shorter poems recently, rather than the usual essays. I'll keep trying!
Thanks Stephen, Holden, Manish and Tim for the likes.
Now with audio. 👍