TRIP TO ELTHAM PALACE POEM 21

There is no story more special than your own. Some people weave it or embroider it on fabric. Some people video it or use social media to chronicle it. I chose to write poems and take photographs. So many artists before have done such things and made a mark on their time. Sitting in a park four such gentlemen were celebrated by statue - composers of great renown. We all make our mark, so we try to make it a good one!

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“For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.” Jean-Paul Sartre

Beside You

The sentiment was sweet,

I appreciated the thought,

The comfort of your touch,

Soothes me.

Beside a lake, beside a tombish statue,

We kissed and our love was complete.

The lake was still but for ruffles,

Across the uppermost surface.

Deep and dark were the waters,

Although no estuary led to this place.

The grass was verdant, as it drank deep,

Positioned by this grand and historic scene,

We two made a history of our own,

Still innocent of love formal we did not

Know to where our love would grow,

But to marriage and life as we had seen

Our parents do,

To find a path as grass does find the dew.

Beside the great composters statues there,

Who wrote majestic odes to love and all its fantasies,

We made our love vow,

Musicians of our own device and interest,

Leaving sonnet and verse behind us,

We wove our love from each experience new.

“Everyone listened to this amusing narrative with great interest, and the moment that Behemoth concluded it, they all shouted in unison: 'Lies!” Mikhail Bulgakov