In the new bloom of passion
and the early flush of spring
we first walked the boulevards
of the city of lovers
in darkening alleyways
indulging in delights
behind closed doors.
In long, lazy, late summer’s days
we roamed gardens and parks
and wandered through galleries
spent evenings in Montmartre
listening to a solitary pianist
playing our tune.
In the midst of winter now
we travel no more
but like Bergman and Bogart
we’ll always have Paris.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #69 photo prompt.
Image credit: Lucas Albuquerque
The title image shows a view of the Eiffel Tower at night when it is illuminated in golden light. In the foreground you can see the Seine river reflecting the lights.
Little girl tiptoes round the tree
Once I was a girl, just like she
All tousled hair and sun-kissed limbs
I wonder, what became of me?
A life well-lived, a love fulfilled
Time ticked away, my heart was stilled.
But watch, my love, and wait for me
to tiptoe round that self-same tree.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #30 photo prompt.
Image credit: Majaranda on Pixabay
for Mark and Cat whose wedding would have been tomorrow
but will instead be another day
We’re sorry that lockdown has got in the way
of the planned celebration for your special day.
No feasting or speeches or exchanging of rings,
but thoughts and good wishes and virtual things.
Raising our glasses to you as is the fashion,
just a sip or two since our booze is on ration,
to toast to the future when, come what may,
you’ll have a good one, despite the delay!
Photo credit: Tom the Photographer on Unsplash and clipart.com