Night Post

At midnight the solid tapered etch of concrete wall Viewed from Charing Cross Pier, paraded headstrong, It highlighted in as much an accompaniment to the call, Where eagerly, old father Thames saw him walking along. Surmounting steps where the view of Waterloo Bridge, Made assessments to the whereabouts of the Festival Hall Imaged silhouetted dignitaries like Dame Edna Everage, Made the Grand Savoy seem like a fine old Dame to all. A variety of sepias throughout the entire stretch faded Entered by shadows where blurry figments to an illusion, Became a night time London, where history was paraded Brought Big Ben’s final clamour to a mighty conclusion. Dark! The stark content of breeze from the Embankment Whispers an alluring attachment to the ripples on the river Bringing with it, fears from the past where thoughts cement How it was still possible for the dead postman to deliver.