Ann Gilmour Poet Rhyme

My Hobby My Addiction

Such joy I feel as I awaken, a brand new day ahead
My soul so full of expectation leaping from my bed
For today I am pursuing, my greatest love my hobby
With Grandma’s brooch pinned on my coat 
I wave goodbye my spirits high, to folks I pass
outside at last, I exit through the lobby  

As I hop and I skip trying hard not to slip 
So full of elation I arrive at the station
Sitting back in my seat whilst resting my feet
Let the train take the strain, hope for sunshine not rain
Such historical grandeur can be seen in our city
Plus the noise and the grime, inevitable such a pity

We cross a London bridge spanning old Father Thames
Dreaming of the fun to come whilst seeking hidden gems
A feeling of euphoria is making me quite dizzy
Embarking at Victoria, my goodness it’s so busy

With my ticket in my hand as I stroll along the Strand
A trip to the theatre, well there’s really nothing better
My anticipation rising, well it isn’t so surprising
As I enter the theatre an usher guides me to my seat
I am soaking up the auras of the souls long gone before us
And relaxing in my comfy pew await this special treat

The drapes are looking sumptuous, rich and velvet, long and red
As I wait for them to part to see the magic that’s ahead
The excitement it is palpable sends shivers down my spine
When the curtains draw back slowly and the spotlight starts to shine
The show begins, transporting me way back into the past
When the music plays much louder, my heart it beats so fast

But finally the end is nigh, my spirit is still on a high
So buoyant and emotional and sad I have to say goodbye
Returning to the stage the Thespians bowing one by one 
The audience cheering loudly for the fine work they have done

As slowly I begin to leave this famous London theatre
Wishing I could visit weekly, as my soul would feel much better
For my hobby and my passion is becoming my addiction, so for this 
my Doctor should prescribe a weekly ticket on prescription


Written 28th January 2019
Hobbies Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
6th place

Contest Brian's Select 3
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place

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Caren Krutsinger February 7, 2019 at 5:41 AM Ann, not only is this a rhyme, I would call it a lyric poem. It tells an entire story. I hope that you get to go to the theatre at least weekly! Get that prescription,Ann! Ann Gilmour February 7, 2019 at 6:20 AM Yes that would be great Caren, haha. My next visit is to see Michael Bolton at the London Palladium in March - can't wait! Kindest thoughts Ann xx

Gordon Mcconnell January 29, 2019 at 2:41 PM This is superbly penned Ann, really loved the great imagery and rhyming flow.Great to read your addiction itself, must be really exciting to go to highlights of our capital. Blessings always,Gordon Ann Gilmour January 29, 2019 at 4:42 PM Gordon how lovely to hear from you and thank you so much for your kind comments. Yes I really feeI I am in another world when I step into a theatre for there is something so magical in the air and the London theatres especially have been mostly restored to their original glory. I do hope you are not snowed in and are keeping safe and warm. Kindest thoughts Ann xx