Cloud clad moonbeams
Fall from the city-lit London sky
Throwing pale reflected sunlight
On Lord Nelson’s familiar frame
Lighting him up as through water,
Changing with the skies,
That watercolour for true eyes,
Silver light on tarnished bronze.
Here ends the week of double poems, and I reach my 400th poem on this blog. It is quite amazing to me that I have continued so long. My thanks to all of those who have stayed with me.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic