Moonlight Camden Town / Interior. A poem plus 2 Pictures. (Poem newly Completed).

Buying incense by moonlight -

The swiftly jostling crowds are all strangers.

I walk slowly through the mob

Eyes tracking my footsteps because the path is uneven.

I am mourning Marianne but cannot share my memories

With crowds of folk I have never seen before,

And without a doubt, will never see again.

My past is simply my past and that is all that can be to it.

I am merely a downcast face in the winter throng.

But far away, far beyond the traders;

Far beyond the shoppers and almost at the verge of sight,

I can see a lonely girl dressed in grey and white,

An Ophelia - mod and magical - only I in this crowd could

                                                                                     know.

She is standing at the top of the steps we once climbed up

                                                                    to the Roundhouse.

Her arms are spread wide. Her greeting, as always, is kindly.

"Beer or coffee"? She whispers.

We frantically rush to the pub before the lights are turned low.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. February 11th. - 12th. 2025.