A Serenade for Seven Dials

Twilight in Long Acre: ghosts lurking by the score,

Smiling faces in places I’ve haunted before.

Cocktails in the market, pitching in the bar,

Waiting for inspiration (that’s not a leap too far.)

I feel – You’re all real -To me

The starlings are assembling, our audience tonight

Colleagues drink too much and contemplate a fight.

A Campaign shot in Neal Street, promotion to the board,

But greeting my new daughter seems more like life’s reward.

I feel -You’re all real – To me

Seven Dials in November and time to spread my wings,

And fly with friends to Fulmer to see what fortune brings.

Goodbye Mon Plaisir, farewell to Earlham Street,

It’s time for country pleasures and recall memories sweet.

I feel- You’re all real- To me

Paul Christopher Walton                            

30 January 2024