Westminster morning
The palest light, and the city
slowly wakes to the cleaner
scratching leaves raked from
barracks' sidewalks,
the guardsmen still asleep.
A street sweeper glides by,
following the rumbles
of the trash truck. Gardeners
at the park tend to flowers
and the windy flutters
of trash that missed the bins.
It’s been dry; the green
of the trees is graying.
Big Ben in its tower
presides in gleaming,
golden splendor, eyeing
the departure of the PM
from the rear of Downing
Street or the perhaps the fox
startled by the revving
of police escorts. Bikers are
flying past in their lanes.
The flag atop the palace
stands at full mast;
the king is in residence,
and all is well.
Photograph: Big Ben in the Elizabeth Tower, viewed from the corner of Birdcage Walk and Horse Guards Palace Road, London.
Some Thursday Readings
Cloak Lane Police Station – A London Inheritance.
Walter Crane’s Windows in Clapton – Spitalfields Life.
War Memorial, St. Cuthbert’s RC Church, Durham – Barb Drummond at Curious Historian.
1 comment:
Long live the King!
Blessings, Glynn!
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