As my weeks in London progress I feel a mixture of delight and frustration in this great city. There is so much going on in London and so many people all trying to make a good life for themselves. Yet sometimes, mainly when commuting on the bus, I feel a sense of people wanting something more. It’s an odd sensation, but there are moments of pure beauty in this city.
When I travel back from my internship I have to cross the river and today the sun was setting just as the bus was cross. The sun was resting behind big ben and a beautiful glow was cast across the city. That moment made my day and as day turned into night I saw a glimpse of the moon for maybe a few minutes. Which was perfect since for my romantic poets class we had to write a poem about the moon! So for your entertainment (it’s not the best poem in the world ;p) here’s a little poem. Enjoy and let me know what you think.
I caught a glimpse of your luminosity tonight
But alas your presence is more fleeting than a lover’s whim
Your roaming yellow light slants across the rigid rooftops
Lingering for a breath and then another moment gone
I thought you would be with me, no matter the longtitude or latitude
Yet you hid behind the Chimney’s wrapped within the city like a young maid turning from an over eager suitor.
Hiding your glory in depravity.
The shadows of the city engulf you, capturing you in their eternal vice.
Let me know what you think and if you’re a better poet, which you may very well be, please share links to your poems in the comments box below. Thank you so much for your support and belief (And as always the poem is my original work so no stealing)
Until next time, be blessed, stay strong and never give up,
Grace Hatton – Best Selling Author