The Thames

The Thames

A Poem by zoophagous

Not about war or death. I was just sitting by The Thames a while ago and there was a military helicopter flying over, and it looked beautiful.


We were flying out

over the fractured Thames

by which men and women bathed 

in the glorious early-evening 

sunlight that mingled with their 

chilled Rosé wine

on the sunken wharves

Through the gently stirred cool air

the shattered light masked the faces

from our view

and all we could see 

was brilliant golden light 

creating a barrier

between us 

and all that lay below

And we turned towards the burning sun

and flew straight onwards

to leave the shadows 

to fall behind us

© 2012 zoophagous

Author's Note

It was a quickie and I've never really liked it.

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Added on July 15, 2012
Last Updated on July 15, 2012
Tags: Thames, London, river, flying, helicopter