Berkeley Square

A moment in time.

Berkeley Square

A Nightingale sang

and I fell to the hypnotic

sweetness of her tones.

I looked upon her dark

and tantalisingly breathless beauty

and wished it were true.

I longed for that moment

to be real.

I hoped that life could be

the fairytale I had been promised.

So many times promised

only to be denied.

 

01/07/15

Author's Note

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

...when you write like this, no one can touch you! Wow! ...and Harry Connick Jr., too!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You are so very kind Kelly. Many thank yous!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

reminds me of the Beats---and those days of longing for the surreal to become the real...

intensity in the lines...i remember these moments, and wish them back...wondering if i would take more advantage of them than i did.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Jacob

[....................]

oh, how often are we set-up by the promise of those tales, only to be denied? Too many, I am afraid. Yet, we continue to fall for the pretty voice. This is a moment captured perfectly and succinctly in freat form, John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you kindly FT.