Tuesday, 18 February 2025
Monday, 10 February 2025
Moonlight Camden Town / (Completed 26/02/2026).
The swiftly jostling crowds are all strangers.
I walk slowly through the mulch
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 - that is all that can be to it,
& my today also.
I am merely a downcast face in the winter throng -
But far away, far beyond the traders in the market.
Far beyond the shoppers and so nearly out of sight,
I can see a lonely girl dressed in grey and white,
An Ophelia - mod and magical - only I in this crowd can
see.
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, kindly.
"Beer or coffee"? She whispers into her sleeve.
We frantically rush to the pub before the lights are turned low.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter. February 11th. - 12th. 2025.
Revised February 15th = 26th, 2026.
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