Friday poem: London Rain — The Cheesesellers Wife

London Rain

The rain of London pimples

The ebony street with white

And the neon lamps of London

Stain the canals of night

And the park becomes a jungle

In the alchemy of night.

My wishes turn to violent

Horses black as coal–

The randy mares of fancy,

The stallions of the soul–

Eager to take the fences

That fence about my soul.

Across the […]

Friday poem: London Rain — The Cheesesellers Wife