Email and texts and Tweets are all wonderful means of instant communication, but there is actually nothing quite like the thrill of a postcard coming through the door. Like a Tweet, it has to be fairly short, but it is not as ephemeral. The pictures on it stay, visible, perhaps propped up on a mantelpiece to see every time you go past. This poem is about postcards and romance...
Postcard from London
Through letterbox, a postcard came today:
Waiting for me as I came in the door
Leaving your hand, in a pillar box, on the way
Until I reached to take it from the floor
Lots of pictures, famous London sights
Buckingham Palace, Trafalgar Square
St Paul's Cathedral, all these delights
Makes me so wish that I could be there
But real treasure was on the other side
Words to me, on dreams come true
Of how we met, and walked side by side
Of time in Jersey, when I first met you
From London to Jersey, a postcard is sent
Just one piece of card, but a joyous event.
1917: Cliément d'Caen et ses patates (2) - Siette et fîn dé ch't' histouaithe. *The conclusion of this story.* *(Siette et fîn)* - Eh bein sé-m'n'âge! se fit Cliément, eh bein sé-m'n'âge! - Et le v...
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