Mother London

Remembering London

Mother London, mi mum

If never again I shall see thee

Thy light mist smiles take  

Merely memories to hold

Be it thy sweet hand

Shall grow grey within me

I spread thy tales across 

This other ocean land

As do thy heart in mornings

Where cold narrow lane shadows wake

To the early rise and lorries

Homemade scents White and Earl Grey

Kisses blown about thy town

Passing houses built; set in stone

But yet, landing upon one's rosy cheeks rarely

Residents quite stiff but, that's okay

Because God will save thee

Both, queen and crown

And when the mistral of Abbey rings

A voice inside me our morrow needs

Just once to inhale less smell than sounds

A buzz and bustling upon city streets

See Big Ben silent over watching winsomeness

Mother London, a past season of fondness within me lives on

 

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

You take the reader across the Pond with this write, Mike - a picturesque poem in homage of a great city!

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks and more thanks to my younger brother who invited me over and took time to show me all the historical sites.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for this visit to a town i so want to visit someday...it has been on my list for so many years...and you gave me a taste of its shadows, of its fog filled nights...

of Big Ben...i heard the clock chime...

and i passed by Scotland Yard wondering what case they are working on now.

great imagery in this.

[Michael G. Smith]

It is definitely an unique city. I got to glimpse the crown jewels although I'm told they are really replicas. Thanks for stopping by.

[zainul]

Very passionate tribute to the place of love.
I appreciate the use of poetic words to glorify the old yet glamorous city.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Zainul, it was a privilege to visit there once.

[zainul]

You are welcome,dear poet.:)

[Avinash]

Staying away from a place where you once belonged to shape up a great part of your personality. Even if we can't return there we revisit the places in our thoughts, dreams and beautiful poems like yours.
Thanks a lot for sharing it.

[Michael G. Smith]

You understand this piece perfectly. Thank you for that insight.