London Streets, Night
Two 50-word prose poems inspired by photos from Terry Freedman
Brick Lane
I finally found work. At the box factory, tomorrow morning, at nine o’clock.
Walking down Brick Lane tonight in the rain, I stopped for a bottle of champagne and a single yellow rose.
She’ll have to apologize now. I’m not hopeless, and I’m proving it to her.
And to myself.
Shoreditch Road
We were really into these two cute guys we met at a pub last night in Shoreditch.
We’d laughed and teased them under the stairway. We let them kiss us and touch us.
They promised we’d meet here again tonight, but they never came. American girls. OMG! We’re so … delusional.
Thank you for letting me use your inspiring photos.
Terry writes Eclecticism: Reflections on literature, writing and life .
Love them! Thanks very much, Sharron. You definitely captured the atmosphere of both places!
"I’m not hopeless, and I’m proving it to her. And to myself."
"American girls. We are so … delusional."
It's really amazing what you are able to convey in just 50 words. No easy task.
I too was intrigued by Terry's pictures and descriptions of Brick Lane and Shoreditch. I am reminded of the old neighborhoods around Yale in New Haven, the bookstores and pubs, etc.