On a London bus
Trudging tiredly home one evening
stopped dead on wet pavement, astonished
a wonderful polished obsidian head
perfectly shaped like a jetblack Nefertiti
with brilliant many coloured headwrap
from some far sunseared land
flaming in the northern gloom
seen through the dingy raindropped
window of a litup London bus
one dire darkĀ damp December night
a long time ago.
Mae Foreman
Thu 1st Aug 2019 15:17
Loved this! Kudos Jeniffer! Also I've always loved the -edly words!?
Mae