LONDON AT NIGHT Underlit, spires as stones of souls appear, invite with their macabre imperiousness. Though height forbids, the glow haunts, and the air would have us swim in her mysteriousness. Fleet smooth-scored twinkles giggle in the Thames meandering snake-scale ripples of a tease. Redoubling, they cast all as sparkling gems susurrous in the tickle of a breeze. While gilded bridges snore and span her ages a Tower looms with terrible delight. The eerie stumps of sundry ghosts mark stages of empire that once was, that shines tonight as children's dreams' theme-park assemblages from granddads' scattered senile tales of might.
London at Night.
Nicola, James B.
LONDON AT NIGHT Underlit, spires as stones of souls appear, invite with their macabre imperiousness. Though height forbids, the glow haunts, and the air would have us swim in her mysteriousness. Fleet smooth-scored twinkles giggle in the Thames meandering snake-scale ripples of a tease. Redoubling, they cast all as sparkling gems susurrous in the tickle of a breeze. While gilded bridges snore and span her ages a Tower looms with terrible delight. The eerie stumps of sundry ghosts mark stages of empire that once was, that shines tonight as children's dreams' theme-park assemblages from granddads' scattered senile tales of might.