'Sweet Thames Flow Softly'
"I met my girl at Woolwich Pier
Beneath the big cranes standing
And oh, the love I felt for her
It passed all understanding"
Her hair brushed my face. The perfume was sweet and poignant; nostalgic and refreshingly new.
"Took her sailing on the river
Flow sweet river, flow
London town was mine to give her
Sweet Thames flow softly"
We had tea from the shack outside College. We drank in the sweet warm liquid and we drank in the view of College. Both spread warmth.
I took her hand in mine. My hands were always warmer.
"Made the Thames into a crown
Flow sweet river, flow
Made a brooch of Silver town
Sweet Thames flow softly"
It was a pity she wasn't around while I ran for her. I couldn't tell her that I was running for her.
At the finish line, I realized I hadn't run for her. Instead, I had run for the father and daughter who were now alone, the man in the wheelchair who was now alone, and I ran for the leprechaun who was now alone.
"At London Yard I held her hand
At Blackwall Point I faced her
At the Isle of Dogs I kissed her mouth
And tenderly embraced her"
The chai-wallah told me that he wasn't doing well these days. He was working harder than ever, serving more people than before, but he struggled to make ends meet. He said he'd work harder. I knew he was wrong. I continued to read Ewan MacColl.
"Heard the bells of Greenwich ringing, Flow . . .
All the time I had was singing, Sweet Thames . . .
Lighthouse Reach I gave her there, Flow . . .
As a ribbon for her hair, Sweet Thames . . .
From Putney Bridge to Nine Elms Reach
We cheek to cheek were dancing
Her necklace made of London Bridge
Her beauty was enhancing"
We ran, we didn’t know why. We reached home. He dropped his phone into the river. He hated it.
"Creeping fog is on the river, Flow . . .
Sun and moon and stars gone with her, Sweet Thames . . .
Swift the Thames runs to the sea, Flow . . .
Bearing ships and part of me, Sweet Thames . . ."
The boats spewed water out. We laughed. No one knew why. We couldn't figure out why. It wasn't funny. Not a bit, yet we laughed.
Beneath the big cranes standing
And oh, the love I felt for her
It passed all understanding"
Her hair brushed my face. The perfume was sweet and poignant; nostalgic and refreshingly new.
"Took her sailing on the river
Flow sweet river, flow
London town was mine to give her
Sweet Thames flow softly"
We had tea from the shack outside College. We drank in the sweet warm liquid and we drank in the view of College. Both spread warmth.
I took her hand in mine. My hands were always warmer.
"Made the Thames into a crown
Flow sweet river, flow
Made a brooch of Silver town
Sweet Thames flow softly"
It was a pity she wasn't around while I ran for her. I couldn't tell her that I was running for her.
At the finish line, I realized I hadn't run for her. Instead, I had run for the father and daughter who were now alone, the man in the wheelchair who was now alone, and I ran for the leprechaun who was now alone.
"At London Yard I held her hand
At Blackwall Point I faced her
At the Isle of Dogs I kissed her mouth
And tenderly embraced her"
The chai-wallah told me that he wasn't doing well these days. He was working harder than ever, serving more people than before, but he struggled to make ends meet. He said he'd work harder. I knew he was wrong. I continued to read Ewan MacColl.
"Heard the bells of Greenwich ringing, Flow . . .
All the time I had was singing, Sweet Thames . . .
Lighthouse Reach I gave her there, Flow . . .
As a ribbon for her hair, Sweet Thames . . .
From Putney Bridge to Nine Elms Reach
We cheek to cheek were dancing
Her necklace made of London Bridge
Her beauty was enhancing"
We ran, we didn’t know why. We reached home. He dropped his phone into the river. He hated it.
"Creeping fog is on the river, Flow . . .
Sun and moon and stars gone with her, Sweet Thames . . .
Swift the Thames runs to the sea, Flow . . .
Bearing ships and part of me, Sweet Thames . . ."
The boats spewed water out. We laughed. No one knew why. We couldn't figure out why. It wasn't funny. Not a bit, yet we laughed.
I like this one. But I wont say too much about it lest I have to post in all your other posts or else they get angry at me.. because I like them all. Your blog is a refreshing change .. I dont know if I have ever told you this.. though I faintly remember I scribbled something a long time back that I love the way you write these stories. For its one thing to write about one's own thoughts. And its another about writing about completely different story with no visible to reference to what is closest to one... one's own story.. or am i missing something ? ;) keep it going man. and hope you are fine..
ReplyDeleteThank you! It's quite mixed up, honestly.
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