The Fog in Regent's Park

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Embers aglow,

Ruddy, vibrant 

Rest on the fine ash

of futile dreams

That itch like a rash

The abandoned stage

Silent as a sepulchre

A flower needs tended

Else it dies


I am Redlaw

Before the frollicking flames

Every wound, every sorrow

Rise up from their graves

To haunt each tomorrow

Dostoevsky on the shelf

Kafka nestled beside him

Dickens awaits our rendezvous

My spirit wanders


Across the sapphire sea

For a waltz in the fog

In the park

Blurring, obscuring

My flaws 

Less alluring

My burdened soul soars free


Sheltered in safe harbor

Secured and assured

In his embrace

Our champagne lips discourse

Schiller and Miller

The dark crucibles we've endured

Exploring our fragile foibles 

Ragged, jagged scars revealed

Tenderly healed


Soft, silky serenades

Of Bowlly and Bowie 

Lazarus I rise for my savior

Dancing, twirling I shed my shroud

After four decades to know joy

Colors before muted in my sight

Glowing brilliant, sparkling, vivid 

I know now the secret 

long kept from me

The ecstasy of love and life


I return from my reverie

Could it ever really be?

I place the tome back on the shelf

No, I tell myself

For I’m the girl with the mousy hair

Destined to go nowhere

Never have I seen a mountain

Or the sea

From birth a slave of poverty

He would merely believe me to be

Just another nut in the fruit salad


I slide softly, silently into my bed

Sheets chill like a gauzy ghost

Where I’ll dream alone

Of a waltz in the fog

In the park

Of the songs we would sing

In the dark


Submitted: December 24, 2020

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Lovely work with this poem.

Thu, December 24th, 2020 8:42pm

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