It’s
a party in Trafalgar Square,
chaperoned
by expectant Vermeers
in
the National Gallery after
sponge
cake from the crypt
at
St. Martin’s in the Fields,
and
a percussion band is rocking
on
the stage, swaying the crowd
like
reeds in the wind. We dance
around
the column, the band is
that
good and from Brooklyn,
of
all places, as traffic swirls its way
from
the Strand to the Mall,
but
still we dance, risking
the
inevitably disapproving stare
from
the man atop the column.
Photograph: The band Red Barat playing
at the Mayor of London’s party in Trafalgar Square, celebrating the end of the
Paralympics and the Olympics, September 2012.
2 comments:
"Swaying the crowd like reeds in the wind..." I felt that image. Excellent poem Glynn!
Loved your imagery, Glynn! Felt like I was right there in the crowd.
Blessings!
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