Across the River, A Travel Poem

Boats on the Thames
Boats on the Thames

I am suspended on the brink
of newness; hovering
over the Millennium Bridge.

My skin ripples with the rhythm
of the current rushing
into an ocean, vast as all
that has been and will come.

Through steel slats I see the Thames
flowing fast below, and above
the slightly grey sky hangs.

St. Paul stands steadfast
in the past, while The Globe sits
patiently in the future, with me
poised between the two.

I anticipate the lights of London
glowing white and stark

but now there is only gold,
pulsing softly before the dark.

The stage at the Globe Theater
The stage at the Globe Theater

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London on a cloudy day.
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Meisjunk 5 years ago from Pennsylvania

Adventurous and beautiful. Voted up! =)

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Ms.Sally 5 years ago Author

Jennifer, thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my poem! I wasn't sure about this one and I really appreciate your feedback.

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tumblintumblweed 5 years ago

Very nice! Love the pictures,too!Glad I stopped by.

I shall return and follow you!



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Ms.Sally 5 years ago Author

Janet, I'm glad you enjoyed both the pictures and the writing. This was a fun hub to put together.

Thanks for reading,


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