hampstead and the city
- as if sketched on
primed white canvas
appeared from on that bench
divorced from time
and standing still.
a london without colour
- ashen, silent, lying distant
seemed subdued beneath
the heat haze
hanging down
from primrose hill.
Categories:
hampstead, england, london,
Form: Rhyme
Near John Keats House
Drinking your coffee
And sipping your beer
Alone and palely loitering,
Sleeping on the Heath
Near Beauty-Truth's dream,
Going nowhere
But, alas, no where to go,
I go up to the Public Baths at noon
And come down to eye your women.
Categories:
hampstead, beauty, dream, inspirational,
Form: Free verse