Curvaceous mighty lower Thames
winds past London’s sordid glory.
Maps show alcoves of once upon a time,
idle docks in a warp of luxury living -
ricochet from penthouse suites,
to ivory towers of bankers,
and invisible media moguls
with their eternal spinning.
Further West the river narrows,
tidal flood forgotten ,
through the placid water meadows
graced by languid cows,
entwined lovers, sweating oarsmen,
sedate punters, strolling walkers.
Happy dogs splash in the water
chasing sticks, emerging
to shake and spray their owners.
Ever Westward the river meanders
through a froth of Queen Anne’s Lace,
dwindles quietly to boggy beginning
This is very much a first draft: I would appreciate helpful critiques.
For Brenda’s Sunday Whirl I managed to use all the wordle words except and ricochet
PS Thanks to a helpful comment from http://thewanderlustgene.wordpress.com/ I was able to edit and include the final two words.