On a grey day near St. Pancras

Oblivious to their surroundings

Two lovers stood as one

Like figures in a Klimt painting.

He arched round her, one hand

On her breast the other on her hair

His lips on her neck as she

Leant into him.

They seemed to blend.  Modelled

From the same fabric

As though each would be

Incapable of standing alone.

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Cacophonies of Campions

Are shouting in the lane,

Their vivid pink

Calls to be heard

Though not a word

Passes their lips.

They group and wave

They lean and grace

The hedgerow space

Near Queen Anne’s lace.

The reddish tips

Of hawthorn shoots

Echo the tone of Campion.

While in the lane

The grasses green

Proclaim the Campion

To be Queen.