• Unpublished Poems


At Night in London

Light, light, too much of it, too harsh, too bare
For lovers walking in the brisk electric air.
Unknowable the dark, unsmiling Thames.
Half cynically he pauses, questioning,
But lightly she answers "Love is everything".
Darker than wine your waters. Father Thames.
Sill the others answer, too, or turn to the wall
When they hear her whisper, "Love is all"?
Flow on dark, cool and uncommitted Thames.

19 Jan
Linen Hall Library, "Greacen016", Northern Ireland Literary Archive, accessed Thu, 06/13/2024 - 17:59, https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen016