The Serpentine

As we strolled
from the Old Star’s
alcoves to the
gallery, fledgling
promises settled
one by one
on the Serpentine.
In the display room
egg-white walls
made art of
your rainbow hair.

Later, drops
pitter-pattered
on your brolly.
A tender kiss
took me to
flight, cleav
ing the path
of by-passers,
scuffle-cached,
lost in chatter.

Author's Note

I'd love to know whether this poetry moves you and, if so, which parts. Are there any parts which seem less interesting or relevant to the poem? What does the poem say/mean to you?